I know I've seemed a tad stressed in my posts lately (and my emails and tweets and phone calls and IMs and half loopy mumblings in the middle of the night...). And I AM stressed. I definitely have a lot on my plate at the moment, and a big part of me is afraid I'm not going to have time to get everything done.
But I was talking to another author over the weekend--one with an even crazier schedule than me--and she reminded me that yes, it's stressful, and it's hard, and sometimes you have to force your butt into that chair and make yourself get things done, even when you're tired and overwhelmed and desperate for a break. BUT, it's also truly amazing that we get to have this job.
And she's absolutely right.
I hadn't forgotten that, but I also don't know that I really think about it enough, either.
Yes, it's stressful. Yes, it's intense. But it's also the dream. A dream I spent YEARS working toward.
And the funny thing is, the more I remind myself of how grateful I am to be where I'm at, the more I feel like this:
I'm still tired. I'm still buried. I'm still not going to be able to be online as much as I'd like. But I'm hanging in.
In fact, I've crossed one thing of my endless To Do List. Copyedits for LET THE SKY FALL are officially done and shipped off to S&S!
One deadline down--two more to go!