I only have two modes of operation: "stressed" and "panicking." I don't do chill. I don't do relaxed. And I certainly don't chillax.
I've been plugging through NaNoRevisMo in "stressed" mode, watching the time race by, facing critiques and criticism, hiding from terrifying armadillos--all the while not letting it push me over the edge to panicking. But yesterday I had one of those PANIC moments:
It happened at the hair salon (I know, not the kind of place that generally brings on panic attacks). But I always schedule my next appointment before I leave, and I get my hair colored every seven weeks. Do you have any idea what the date is seven weeks from today?!?!?!?!?
January 13, 2010.
The Writer's Conference I'm attending--a.k.a. the deadline I absolutely MUST have my book done by--is January 29th. Which means I have just 9 weeks left to turn my draft--which is still very rough around the edges--into something shiny and ready to be queried.
O. M. G.
Yep. I'm officially panicking now guys. Get ready for it. It's NOT going to be pretty.
(By the way, if you're wondering why there's no USC lesson today, it's because I did it a day early. If you missed it you can find it here)