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Looking down the barrel of 2011.
Oct. 20th, 2010 02:11 pmI added two more fixed dates to my rough-and-ready 2011 calendar* this morning. In the process, I forced myself to acknowledge that 2011 is closer than not at this point; in just a few short months, I'm going to blink, and it's going to be a whole new decade. What the hell, chronology? I was just getting used to 2010! Years are like shoes: as soon as you have them broken in, there's a hole in the heel, and you have to get a replacement.
Right now, looking at my projected calendar is sort of like taking a pick into the Looney Toons version of Hell, since all that I've really bothered to list are conventions (either guest slots or "can't miss it" situations), release dates (which provide some very odd entries), and due dates for various projects (somehow managing to be odder still). There's nothing on there about birthdays, or leisure activities, or, you know, sleep. It's all just work.
I have a lot of work coming up.
Please consider this a blanket reminder that, especially right now, as I strive to be Christopher Walken, my weekends and free time fill up literally months in advance. Barring last-minute cancellations (which do happen), the general answer to "are you free this _____?" is going to be "no, I am not," possibly accompanied by hysterical laughter.
This isn't because I don't love you.
This isn't because I'm trying to avoid you.
This isn't because I've decided that I have better uses for my time.
What this is is me trying to keep all my balls in the air, in part, by being very draconian about scheduling. So if you want my attention, ask early, ask often, and ask via email, not through IM, Facebook invite, or comments on my journal. Email gets remembered; all the rest of those get forgotten.
Hell, maybe I'll get truly ambitious, and carve out time to take a nap.
...it could happen.
(*My Franklin-Covey planner refills used to come with single-page sheets for each of the months in the following year, thus allowing for basic planning before the next year's planner refill became available. That wasn't the case in 2010, which is why I'm now using the one-page-per-year 2011 from my 2009 planner refill. Yes, this is a little thing to be whining about, but dammit, I'd grown accustomed to the ease of having a whole second year slumbering at the back of the planner.)
Right now, looking at my projected calendar is sort of like taking a pick into the Looney Toons version of Hell, since all that I've really bothered to list are conventions (either guest slots or "can't miss it" situations), release dates (which provide some very odd entries), and due dates for various projects (somehow managing to be odder still). There's nothing on there about birthdays, or leisure activities, or, you know, sleep. It's all just work.
I have a lot of work coming up.
Please consider this a blanket reminder that, especially right now, as I strive to be Christopher Walken, my weekends and free time fill up literally months in advance. Barring last-minute cancellations (which do happen), the general answer to "are you free this _____?" is going to be "no, I am not," possibly accompanied by hysterical laughter.
This isn't because I don't love you.
This isn't because I'm trying to avoid you.
This isn't because I've decided that I have better uses for my time.
What this is is me trying to keep all my balls in the air, in part, by being very draconian about scheduling. So if you want my attention, ask early, ask often, and ask via email, not through IM, Facebook invite, or comments on my journal. Email gets remembered; all the rest of those get forgotten.
Hell, maybe I'll get truly ambitious, and carve out time to take a nap.
...it could happen.
(*My Franklin-Covey planner refills used to come with single-page sheets for each of the months in the following year, thus allowing for basic planning before the next year's planner refill became available. That wasn't the case in 2010, which is why I'm now using the one-page-per-year 2011 from my 2009 planner refill. Yes, this is a little thing to be whining about, but dammit, I'd grown accustomed to the ease of having a whole second year slumbering at the back of the planner.)
