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What the hell, dizzy fit. You can go away ANY time now, I promise.

Managed to get a few more stories Behind-The-Scenes'd last night and got my year in review post up on Courtesan School, which means I just have a few more Behind The Scenes' to do today. And then that'll be done and I can sprinkle the fun bits like the dialogues and things all throughout. Move on to some other stuff. If I miss my word count goal this year it will be by about 1% or less. And that will mostly be due to Yuletide. But today I really should finish up the shinied up word count by project spreadsheet for next year for people on FYW or whatever. I'd join GetYourWordsOut again but... um. Their goals don't allow for a statistical outlier like me.

Oogh. I'd forgotten how annoying this house buying thing is when it means I can't start my Dragon*Con Costuming projects till the new year. And till March of the New Year, which leaves me with five months to build costumes. I much prefer having eight. Still, I suppose it's not completely impossible as long as I make a schedule and keep to it. I don't have to rebuild my Cheetara and Silk Spectre, it'd just be nice. We'll see how this house buying thing goes.

I have a pile of both organizational and writing work to do today and probably not much in the way of consistent time to get it done. Fridays is always the day when at least one person who's supposed to be at the front desk wanders off for twenty minutes at a time at random intervals, which leaves the rest of us wanting to chew his feet off because we have to pick up the slack. On the other hand, less (or maybe more, I don't know) annoying because I don't actually have much in the way of real work tasks to do back here. On the other hand, it means I can't get writing done. Grumble. And on the third hand, none of the writing is text that needs to all be tossed up at once for consistency, so I can work it piecemeal and see what comes of that. At least there's that. Maybe if by some miracle I get enough stuff done I can go out front and spin some of this gorgeous silk/alpaca and he can wander in and out as he likes. Although I hate spinning in winter in the store because every time someone opens the door and comes in I get a cold draft all up my legs. Ugh. Might have to take a blanket.

Oh good, the dizzy fit went away. Right, then.

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Ow, my head. It's been such a day. My Arabic books came! Yay! A grammar, an alphabet book, and a verbs book. Arabic is fucking scary! Boo! (Modern Arabic Standard, for those who want to know.) Anna's Arabic books came! Yay! And now we're both scared. Boo! Hey we can do Arabic for two hours on the weekend! Yay! OMFG FIVE LANGUAGES AT ONCE? Very boo. Or maybe just very frightening in that I consider five languages at once to be manageable. Holy hell. Unholy hell. This, plus looking at the reading list for yuletide_admin and realizing that, conservatively, 1500 people saw my name linked to some giant feat of pinch hittery. Plus ... well. And plus day job work which, though not busy, has not been quiet either. It's been a day. A very yoyo-y day. I want to go home.

Maybe this is gig crash. Or in my case, Yuletide crash. If that's the case, I'll sure take this over all the WOE NO ONE REC'D ME BARELY ANYONE COMMENTED GUESS I'LL GO EAT WORMS of the previous years. This is just bogglement and exhaustion.

And when I'm this exhausted I shouldn't look at how many verb forms Arabic Standard has I'll be over here in the corner of afraid now. Wow, Kiki wasn't kidding about the caterpillar brain. Fortunately we'll be taking this one nice and slow. Alphabet first. And trying to find a pronunciation guide video or audio file I can mimic.

All I managed to get done today at work was about, um. I think 5000 words plus on the behind the scenes post for Yuletide. Including six things that help me write stupidfast and the last several stories worth of actual behind the scenes stuff. So that's ready to go up tomorrow, and I guess it'll help that tonight it's mostly just outlining and all that jazz. Outlining, maybe writing some more self-indulgent [redacted] fic or just working on one of those many, many more stories I wanted to write based on my various and sundry Yuletide things. That ought to keep me busy. Plus guitar, plus writing kanji, plus figuring out some form of vaguely healthy dinner. And then tomorrow all the chicken and all the chocolate chip cookies ever. Om nom nom.

Sunday, when reveals happen, I will be immersing myself in Bon Cop Bad Cop so as not to even think about whether or not anyone still remembers how many pinch hits I wrote, let alone wants to go see which ones were me. This is definitely gig crash. Needs moar water and protein and sleep.