The proofs for Stuff of Legends have arrived. I have one week to look them over for any typos that I don't want to see when the novel hits bookstores. At the same time, I have ten days to finish processing the stacks of season ticket renewals pouring in every day at the theatre, before a tax increase hits. On top of doing my own taxes. On top of working on the Stuff of Legends sequel. On top of the secret project I've been teasing you all with by counting down towards it.
In other words, the rest of this month is going to be fun.
That said, I'm not the only set of eyes on these proofs; a freelance proofreader from Ace is also going over them. Nor am I the only one working through the stacks. There's a real temptation to feel like the weight of everything in all worlds rests on me -- that I am that solitary legume under a hundred mattresses, trying to feel up the princess called Success. I wouldn't be a writer if I didn't have some isolationist tendencies, that urge to work in solitude. But I'm not working alone. I just need to remember that.
Now, back to work! (Countdown: 6)