Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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In which Seanan makes a math error.

I was going to post about how today was a hundred days from the release of A Local Habitation and isn't that exciting and isn't it terrifying all at the same time. I was going to post about how today marked the point at which "far from release" became "near release," and all my inner Muppets danced. And then I was looking at my planner pages, and I thought "something about my math looks off."

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.
Tags: a local habitation, busy busy busy, freaking out, math is awesome, state of the blonde
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I'm sorry, you can copy a copy, but you can't Xerox(TM) a Xerox(TM). Nor can you get a good copy of your head from a Xerox(TM) photocopier, unless you can mash your whole face up against the plane of the scanner. Butts are easier, though modern machines made by Xerox(TM) are nowhere near as sturdy as they used to make them, so be careful if you weigh more than 20 pounds or so.
The fight to stop "Xerox" from becoming a generic was won, sadly, at the expense of brand recognition. It's very tragic. Fortunately, some of us keep the cruel generic alive.