Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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How does a week get this chaotic when you never leave the house?

So last weekend was Emerald City Comic Con. Lots of fun stuff there, lots of big things coming from some of our favorite creators, and lots and lots and lots and lots of walking. Ugh. I spent the weekend in the walking boot, and I still felt like someone had been beating my left foot and ankle with iron bars by the time it was all over. I had a great time; I can't wait for next year; I got home in dire need of a nap. That has basically been my week: "Seanan is in dire need of a nap."

As always happens when I'm sleep-deprived, pretty much anything that wasn't word count or absolutely essential business has fallen by the wayside. I'm behind on email, LJ comments, various accounting bits...everything. I managed to book my tickets to Europe (I'm going to DISNEYLAND PARIS!) and continue dealing with my taxes, but everything else? Hoo nelly, no. It's all been put off until I could say, with sincerity, "I am awake, and will not accidentally slice my fingers off."

On the plus side, I'm staying current with word count, and I'm on track to finish A Red-Rose Chain (aka "Toby book nine") this month, allowing me to get it off to the Machete Squad and move on to the next items on my list. I will never finish the list. The list is an endless road stretching off into the ever-moving future. But the list is a guide and a map and a benediction, and nothing makes me happier than knowing that it's always growing. I'll reach the end when I die.

Also on the plus side, I have finished copies of Sparrow Hill Road and Robot Uprisings, and they're both gorgeous. I have now filled two long shelves just with books I've written, and I'm about to have to rearrange my shelves again. So I'm doing okay at my job.

How's everybody else?

(Comment amnesty is on. I genuinely want to know how you are, but I don't want to put myself any further behind than I already am.)
Tags: a red-rose chain, post-con, short fiction, sparrow hill road, state of the blonde, utterly exhausted
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I am trying to buy my first house... I am negotiating on my second offer on a place now. Not sure if I can swing it. I've got financing approved for a certain amount, contingent on X, Y, and Z that are not really in my control. Of course, not having control drives me nuts. But I very much want out of my cramped apartment where my moving in coincided with the past two years of being sick from antibiotic over-prescription. I would love to close this chapter in my life, even though the health problems are better but not gone yet. I could move on to a nice, newish house while still in Birmingham, near work and parents, where I am not forced to store the Christmas ornaments under the kitchen table for lack of space!

Yeah. I both need and want this.

Also, of the four or five books I have going on right now, I am enjoying "Letters to the Pumpkin King" the most. Rereading some of those entries is not easy, though, because they make me move out of my comfort zone and contemplate new ideas and points of views. However, this is probably a good thing.

(I have only skimmed the poetry, where most of the poems are new to me, but I am looking forward to trips through the Babylon Wood.)