Man, I don’t know where I am this week. That holiday on Monday was always going to put the zap on my head, but I think I made it much worse by working through the weekend. Both Jane and I were on deadline, so we just pulled normal workdays on Saturday and Sunday, and then had Monday off, which was nice.
Then Tuesday, I caught up with Nick Pringle and his partner, Melissa, who I know from my time in publishing in Sydney. They were having a little break in Brisbane, so they popped out to my part of the world to have a coffee and a couple of toasted sangas. That was nice.
I was saying to them that I spend way too much time in my word-nerd cave, and I need to be prodded with a sharpened stick to get out and talk to actual human beings. Apparently, dictating dialogue for my invisible friends in World War 3.3 doesn’t count.
Anyway, long story short, I have no fucking idea what day it is, where I am in the week, or what’s due. I am completely adrift. But I have spent today editing the four Julia Duffy chapters I dictated last week, so I feel like that’s grounding me again. I finally got her out of that hospital outside of London and put her in contact with Maria O’Brien, who was last seen talking with her all the way back in Final Impact, I think, when they were setting up the Quiet Room. So it’s been fun to backfill their friendship over the previous decade.