And then I re-counted.
And then I freaked out.
Today is ninety-one days from the release of October Daye, book two, A Local Habitation. If I had a penny for every day remaining, I wouldn't even be able to buy a can of soda (taxes being what they are). Thanks to my little math error, I have just been dropped off a scheduling cliff, falling past "safely remote" and into "ha ha, gotcha." Yes, it's only nine days, but there's a psychological element to "one hundred" that isn't there with "ninety-one." (Although ninety-one is seven times thirteen, which is pretty awesome. That makes it a semiprime: a natural number that is the product of two prime numbers. Even when math betrays me, I love it so.)
Part of my calm, measured, perky productivity is the fact that I am really a lot more tightly scheduled than most people who haven't actually seen my planner ever realize. Losing nine days is a shock to the system that I didn't particularly need today, and while I'll recover in reasonably short order, I can't say I'm very happy right now.
Arrgh.
EDIT: Here's irony for you: I made another math error. Yesterday was ninety-one days to book release. Today is ninety days to book release. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go Xerox my head.
December 2 2009, 18:14:41 UTC 7 years ago
Why copy that one? It's clearly broken...
Hee. "Not so far from release" has become "nearer release", that's all. And you know that nobody sticks to release dates anyway. I would say "relax", but that would be foolish in me. I shall simply say "trust the numbers" - they will get you there, even if you miscalculate.
December 4 2009, 02:49:33 UTC 7 years ago