I am swamped again.

The FNRD project is still hanging over my head. The deadline has been extended but time creeps forward nonetheless. I am working on it at fairly regularly, although sometimes my eyes want to fall out of my head because it's so time-consuming and tedious. At one point westonochse made the comment that the 8,000 words it still needed shouldn't be too hard to add. Normally I'd agree, but I noted that while working on a story or novel, you add to it in pages. So four pages (about 1,000 words @ 250 per page, give or take) wasn't too hard. But in this project, you add words 6 or 8 or 15 at a time (each average-sized entry). And that doesn't include changing previous references to reflect new additions, which means moving, duplicating, reformatting, correcting and sometimes deleting.

I have major revisions/additions coming up to two websites and all these books in the garage to deal with, the sad and soon-to-come dismantling of the book part of Dusty Stacks. I keep doggedly throwing up a few Buffy Book auctions. Please bid if you're interested. If you'd like to see a certain combination of books from the Book Gallery just post here and I'll see what I can do. I don't have everything that's in there, but most of it is available.

I do not want to do any of this. I want to lie back and watch entire DVDs of Buffy, Babylon 5 and Battlestar Galactica, not to mention about a hundred other favorite shows. I want to eat bon-bons and boxes of dark Godiva Chocolates (which happens to be on sale right now at Godiva.com) and Fannie Mae Trinidads, lemon and orange creams. I want The Husband to have a movie made from one of his books so that while he does all the work I can live in the style to which I desperately would like to become accustomed. And finally, I want to write perhaps ten or twenty stunningly profound words per day on a novel that will someday be read by aliens and hailed to be that by which they came to understand mankind. (Said novel will have plenty of sex and chocolate, of course, and probably a few monsters.)  

This is how my life started:

I can't understand where I went off track and gave up my movie star sunglasses.