I thought life would get less busy post-big-project. Apparently not. I think busy in my life is a constant state, and that all
that happens is that one thing shifts out of the way to make room for another.
For instance. Giant three-article project done. Home-stretch of Prisoner of Azkaban upon us - pictures every minute, trailers every hour, rumors every day. And at work, my editors are flinging articles at me; now that the project is done, I'm available to the newsroom again, and they tell me they were "waiting in the leaves to pounce."
At least I got a weekend. The first one in weeks, but a weekend nonetheless; the newly-shorn Meg and Polly and I hightailed it to Jersey, the house where we read Book Five, to actually relax a bit. I needed it more than I could have possibly imagined; there was a brief moment on Thursday where I thought I was going to have to work on Saturday (and therefore lose the whole weekend) and I almost had a breakdown. I'm not usually like that...I'm the one who loves the newsroom so much she finds excuses to spend extra time there. But I needed time away so badly that the thought of losing this carefully-plotted bit of relaxation was like losing Christmas.
It worked out, and we spent the weekend chatting, watching videos, cooking, drinking, taking the sun on the water, listening to Meg's intricate tale-spinning, and dancing and singing to Broadway tunes. We looked through the telescope and found Jupiter and its four moons, which were arranged around the planet like a bracelet. Amazing. Quite honestly one of the coolest moments I've ever had.
I need to take more time off. Have more weekends like that.
Oh, also - if you've emailed me lately, know my computer has been in the shop for two weeks, and all my mail (over 1,000 messages) are on the Web, where I've been checking. It makes it very hard to answer everyone, that system. I'll be back to answering everything soon.
For instance. Giant three-article project done. Home-stretch of Prisoner of Azkaban upon us - pictures every minute, trailers every hour, rumors every day. And at work, my editors are flinging articles at me; now that the project is done, I'm available to the newsroom again, and they tell me they were "waiting in the leaves to pounce."
At least I got a weekend. The first one in weeks, but a weekend nonetheless; the newly-shorn Meg and Polly and I hightailed it to Jersey, the house where we read Book Five, to actually relax a bit. I needed it more than I could have possibly imagined; there was a brief moment on Thursday where I thought I was going to have to work on Saturday (and therefore lose the whole weekend) and I almost had a breakdown. I'm not usually like that...I'm the one who loves the newsroom so much she finds excuses to spend extra time there. But I needed time away so badly that the thought of losing this carefully-plotted bit of relaxation was like losing Christmas.
It worked out, and we spent the weekend chatting, watching videos, cooking, drinking, taking the sun on the water, listening to Meg's intricate tale-spinning, and dancing and singing to Broadway tunes. We looked through the telescope and found Jupiter and its four moons, which were arranged around the planet like a bracelet. Amazing. Quite honestly one of the coolest moments I've ever had.
I need to take more time off. Have more weekends like that.
Oh, also - if you've emailed me lately, know my computer has been in the shop for two weeks, and all my mail (over 1,000 messages) are on the Web, where I've been checking. It makes it very hard to answer everyone, that system. I'll be back to answering everything soon.
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