Junkies, I am brain dead (and yes, to those of you who say "what's new?" I say "ha ha ha" and also "aren't you proud of yourself for mocking me while I am too dumb to fight back?").
I'm working on PANDEMIC line-edits. That means the final draft has been approved and passed on to the line editor, who checked for grammer, style, continuity, etc., then sent the manuscript back to me to approve those edits.
This is my last chance to make significant changes to the novel, so I'm going over it with a fine-toothed comb. Since I fell behind thanks to some excellent-but-critical projects (like finishing the first draft of my next novel, attending the NEA convention with ARealGirl, and completing the NOCTURNAL TV Series Bible), I need to proof 100 pages of PANDEMIC a day to meet my Monday deadline.
Looking at things this closely, I average about eight pages an hour. So, that means 12-hour days through the July 4 weekend. I knocked out 102 yesterday, and just finished my hundo for today.
Stay on target ... stay on target ...
If all goes well, I turn in the line edits on Monday, then spend Tuesday shooting squawking aliens in HALO Reach. It's a busy time, fo 'sho, but I definitely brought this on myself due to my proclivity to say "yes" to too many projects. I'm almost finished living up to those commitments though, then perhaps a little sanity in the FDØ's work life (one can dream, suckas, one can dream).
And come Wednesday? I start outlining GFL Book V, baby!