Now, I hate to be all nebulous, but the wheels on this are just starting to go in motion, so it’s too early for details, but when things are solidified, I will share.
Two, I’ve been looking for a part-time job, which takes more time than you think, especially if you apply in-store and in person.
Three, there’s gym time, also known as recuperating from work time.
Four, I’m also in full-tilt panic mode about the cosplays I’m making for Comic Con. I’m not regretting what I’m making, it’s just that halfway through the first cosplay, I decide to make a second cosplay. Oy vey, what was I thinking? I’m glad I decided to pursue it, it’s turning out pretty well, it’s just more detail work than I was expecting. Somehow I had months to get all this done and now I’m down to just three weeks. Holy shitballs.
I’ll be glad when the cosplays are done so my living room can go back to normal, as in, I have walking space and I’m not tripping on sewing machine cords or fake arrows or scraps of fabrics. I know I’ll get it done, just kinda hoping the panic will kick up the adrenaline.
And then there’s sleep and I’m working on getting more, but that’s been in short supply lately.
It won’t stay this nuts for much longer, life will level off and there’ll be more writing time very soon.
Until then, sweet dreams.