ksmith | (no subject)

e_moon60 and I both woke up before our 530 wakeup call. I had done most of my packing the night before, so I just kinda laid around and waited for my head to clear, which it didn't seem to want to do. Some Sudafed helped, courtesy of

e_moon60, who left just before I took off for breakfast. Raisin bran w/ banana and yogurt helped a little more. The cuppa tea really helped. Then it was off to the lobby to check out and catch the airport shuttle.

A little too much excitement of a morning as our loaded shuttle was blocked from leaving the hotel by another shuttle--same company--whose driver complained loudly that our driver had gone out of turn and was taking his money. A couple of the passengers yelled back that they had planes to catch and he needed to move his shuttle, which he did. As it turned out, our driver had been on the job only a few days and may well have cut in front of Irate Driver. He said he could work it out. Hope so.

The rest of the drive to the airport proceeded without incident. Arrived and checked in, only to get socked with an overweight bag charge. All I had added since leaving Chicago was a hardback book and a couple of paperbacks--either the OHare scale was wrong or hardbacks weigh more than I realized. Given that I could've checked at least 2 bags without charge that could've wound up weighing more than my singleton...this particular gigging doesn't make sense. I think someone is going to get a letter.

So now I'm here in the Red Carpet Club. My flight is supposedly on time, and I will likely board in 45 minutes or so. It was an educational trip. I'm glad I came, and it was great to see folks. But Worldcon was serving as my line of demarcation between "still have some time" and "gotta knuckle down." I am now facing that situation I swore before that I didn't want to face, namely, entering the -ber months with half the book yet to write. If I push through the rest of August, maybe I can get more than halfway. But it still isn't going to be fun.

Why do I do this to myself? Where did the year go? Does any of this really matter?

Milady Editor strongly suggested that I consider taking a vacation that has absolutely nothing to do with writing. I think she's right.