Spacetime Madness

I've discovered the downside to an eventful January.

Namely, it seems that the NYC trip postponed a lot of mental prep, meaning that this year's round of pre-Gallifrey One madness has hit uncommonly hard. Logistical considerations (which hit high gear around the middle of last week) have achieved proportions that the still-rational parts of my brain find a little alarming.

That said, owning a ukulele case -- as I now do -- is kind of magical in its own right. I am looking forward to being mistaken for a violinist.

Part of the worry is that I know the trip will prevent me actively working on my current project. Gally is a vacation. I get to reconnect with friends, be surrounded by people who speak my language, and wear bizarre costumes. It's play. Highly social, often frenetically busy play of the sort that fills the well.

Still, the inertia factor worries me. I want to be done with this thing by May. Right now, that seems easy, but I know myself well enough that I'll carry a shortfall up until the end and then have to do a high-coffee/low-sanity weekend -- or, let's be honest, week -- to sort it out. And, given my schedule between now and when I catch my flight to Los Angeles, there's really no time to get ahead of the game.

I suppose there's always the stress-as-motivator angle...

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