Tomorrow, accordin' to the time I allotted to mine self, I will have exactly 14 months left. I allowed 1 month to get the household set up, 15 months for each volume, 1 month for the drawin's, and a month for if somethin' goes wrong.
My publisher managed to get one volume up way early, but will it stay that way? As of tomorrow, I am exactly one month ahead of schedule.
I am havin' fun here. There's no denyin' tha'. It is Hell o' hard work compared to what I'm used to, but I don't mind it. . .as long as it doesn't last forever.
Still, I miss home. The shore right there. Here, we'd have to drive a ways. I also miss the lower density existence and the abilities that are so natural there, which I personally couldn't transfer here. Most of my memories are on hold. I want all my knowledge back. I want EVERYTHING back, including what I forgot that I had.
I allowed a month for something to go wrong. I have two. I had more than two months for a couple of weeks, but that hasn't changed. In that couple of weeks, nothin' new was posted except for some frivolous works that I submitted just for the Hell of it. That could have been Volume #4, if I'd sat on what I'd sent. I am so annoyed with myself, over that. I won't do it again.
But I still do wonder if I can shoot for leavin' on March 15, 2012, as opposed to April 15. I suppose I can, but if somethin' happens to change that possibility, will I go into a depressive funk?
Oh, damn that conservative streak that I have.
If Volume #4 goes up in the next two weeks, I think I will. Now I'm gonna go out on the balcony to enjoy the rain. I wonder when we'll get snow again? I'd like to do another cross-county ski trip. And next time I WON'T break any equipment.
(Of course, the ENTIRE phantasy series can be read here via this blog, of my alleged auto-biography and the crazy adventures I really didn't have. Gods, lookin' back on the series, I hope I NEVER have some of them.)
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