May tomorrow. One more month until summer. Scary.
This month, I aim to get the current WIP as close to finished as I am able, befoer I jet off to Wiscon at the end of the month. I have three weeks, realistically, to write at LEAST three or four chapters, if not more.
Stuff to be done. So much stuff to be done. And May will fly just as fast, I know it will, and then it'll be June and it'll be aaargh half the year is gone and there is still so much left to do.
I suppose I should be grateful that my life is busy and productive and fun... but couldn't someone inject an extra thirty or forty days in here somewhere, just to make up for the ones that appear to have flashed past me without my noticing them at all...?