Twenty-five days, and counting.

[seanan_mcguire]

We are now twenty-five days from the official street date of A Local Habitation [Amazon]|[Mysterious Galaxy], the second book in the October Daye series. If I had a penny for every day remaining, I would have a quarter. If I had a quarter for every day remaining, I would have six dollars and twenty-five cents, which isn't really enough to do anything useful. If I had a dollar for every day remaining, I'd probably just blow it on Diet Dr Pepper and Dance Dance Revolution down at the arcade, so I guess it's for the best that I haven't got a dollar.

I guess.

I'm pretty much just as nervous now as I was this time last release, thus confirming my belief that the pre-release crazies are an ongoing condition, not a once-in-a-lifetime event. They're like the flu, rather than like smallpox (which you're only likely to catch once, assuming you can survive that first encounter). I think I would have preferred smallpox. The flu can also be fatal, and smallpox, at least, doesn't happen on an annual basis unless you're really, really unlucky. I've started having the classic* anxiety dreams, I'm twitchy, and I find myself tearing up over episodes of Wizards of Waverly Place.

I'm both excited and terrified. Terror is winning at the moment, but I'm sure that, too, will pass, given sufficient caffeine and maybe a cupcake or two (dozen). Twenty-five days and this stage of the terror will be over, replaced by new and exciting types of terror into which I can dive.

I need a nap.

(*Classic for me, that is, which means they mostly involve being late for flights, missing connections, missing planes, and Ebola outbreaks wiping out the state of California. I haven't had the "you lost your luggage on the way to the con because your plane went down and now you're dead but you can't let anybody know" dream yet, but I'm sure that's coming. It's always coming. My brain is awesome.)

Comments

[stormsdotter.livejournal.com]

Yay! I get to have a new Seanan book soon!

I'd encourage you to go play DDR. It'll help get the nervous energy out. My partner went and got a PS3 for Christmas, so my DDR no longer works. I'm debating giving it to my brother.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

I walked around aimlessly and eventually went to Borders. Not as much fun, but not as hard on my back, either.

[gothicsparrow.livejournal.com]

Keep breathing: it is good for you.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

Very true words. Unless you're on Pandora.

[gothicsparrow.livejournal.com]

But not breathing on Pandora isn't very good for you. And if you're a blue cat person on Pandora, you've got it made. Unless you get eaten.

[scholarinexile.livejournal.com]

Don't take this the wrong way, but you have the best anxiety dreams ever.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

That's fair!