Eugie · Foster's · Self-Indulgent · Musings

My wingstubs ache, my to-do list scares me when I look at it, and my circadian rhythms seem to have fallen into a bizarre pattern: I fall sleep for three hours after dinner, wake and work through the wee hours of the night, tip over at around 4-5AM, wake again a few hours later, and then go upstairs and work until dinner.

This has been going on for the last several days. It's productive, but also disorienting. And there's a surreal, Sisyphus-ian feel to everything. I'm whipping things off my plate as fast as I can, but more keeps piling up. And now stuff is starting to overflow. (yukinooruoni, I know I owe you a very overdue email). Urf. I need another plate.

   
Writing Stuff
Saw that a sneak peak of the June cover of Spider with "The Tax Collector's Cow" in it is up on the "Coming Attractions" page of the Cricket Magazine Group website. The theme looks to be "cows." Hee! Moo.

Got a note from Jason Sizemore that there's going to be an Apex celebration/signing/promo event at Destinations Booksellers in New Albany, Indiana this summer. He asked if there was any chance I could make it. Sigh. There are decided disadvantages to living the glamorous (*snort*) life of a freelance writer. Being poor is one of them. I don't see how there's any way I can pull it off, but I hope they'll raise a glass to me in absentia.

Also saw the cover art for Aegri Somnia. Quelle disturbing:

New Words/Editing:
- Started outlining the salient plot points of my middle-grade novel as prep for my rewrite. Finding myself rather daunted by this undertaking. Meep. Meep a lot. I was, however, reminded of how much I love this story.
- 200 words on the Swan Lake tale, interrupted when I got wind of another freelance gig, at which point I lost my momentum and switched gears.
- 1600-words on the second article for Writing-World.com. Revised, polished, and sent off.

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