As in deadline day, as in my first packet of writing was due today, as in I just sent it off to my advisor and now it’s the waiting game.
Overall I feel pretty good about this packet because I think I paced myself well. That’s about the only concrete thing I can focus on right now because I don’t have enough of a sense of my own writing to know whether or not to be freaking out about that. Not rationally at least.
I sound a little babbley.
Things should get a little less navel-gazey here at fomagrams in the next couple of weeks while things shift back to whatever I call normal. In the meantime tomorrow the Cybils will be announced and then we’ll open the floor to questions concerning the graphic novel category, where the judging was interesting to say the least. I’m okay with one of the final choices and not so much so with the other. I’m going to have to think hard about what I want to say or even what I think I should say. Whatever I decide to share, and it’s going to be personal as opposed to an expose, it’ll be on Friday so that the Cybils can bask in their own glory.
I really just want to listen to a lot of music and chill right now. Preferably in Amsterdam. Drinking one of those hot-chocolate-on-a-sticks at a cafe along a canal. Really, the best.
Oh, right, David—set me up with that hot chocolate on a stick and then crush me when I can’t get it in the U.S. Waaah! I guess I’ll just have to watch Chocolat again….