And lazy. I wish I could download a client to write a story I've promised. EEEKKK.
Last year, I was invited to write for an invitation-only K/S zine celebrating 40 years of Star Trek. Yes indeed! How in the world could I turn down that invite, and from my absolutely favorite zine editors? And then inspiration hit, and I scrolled through my works-in-progress folder and found a really pretty damn good, long story I'd started years back, maybe about, oh, I'd say, 1/3 completed.
So great! Here's a piece already loosely outlined, the first third written, and all I need to do is finish.
Yup. All I need to do is finish. Finish. As in...write more. A lot more.
Did I mention the deadline is this August? Uh-huh.
Did I mention I haven't written a thing on it yet? Um.
Did I mention I'm just starting to worry? I'm not exactly the most prolific writer in the world. (In other words, it craps out like I've got constipation.)
And I've only got two months left to do it in. Months in which my father is going to have major surgery (after just having the heart surgery a month ago.) Months in which my daughter--sweet and blessed as she is, but she's still needy---will be home, every day, because school is out. Months in which the Spouse is traveling all over the place--currently in Alaska, next week in New Jersey--and so I will have no home support or help with the resident father or the offspring.
If I wasn't nuts before now, I'm sure I will be very soon.