If I’m going to make it through the weekend — and next week — I’m going to need to plan very, very carefully, and try to keep some semblance of reality about me at all times. I have only a few pages left in Chapter 18 of Rumors of War to go, and I haven’t finished scripting the chapter, let alone the whole build process. I need to finish that. Probably tonight. Like, all of the rest of it, not just a few pages.

I need to start drafting the next six chapters, I need to put some more time into the next story arc. I have things to consider. I mean, I’ve already been thinking about it, I’ve had months to think about it and I know what needs to happen. I just feel that time is rushing around me, and I’m struggling to keep up. And I want everything that’s going on around me to keep happening. I just … there’s never enough time.

Saturday morning, I’m pretty sure the world ends. Not in a bad way, of course, no … the other world ending. You know, like how the Death card in tarot means “change” and not in a bad way. Death is change, change is death. I think Saturday, my world ends, and begins again differently. I think I’ll probably be going to D&D that night, but I’m at a loss for how I’m going to make it to tomorrow at all. It seems so far away.

There’s blog posts to write, and I’ll have to write a bunch of ’em tonight. There’s comic to work on, and I’ll have to find time to squeeze it in. Because there’s something that’s … well, I have a hard time calling it more important, because I don’t think it’s a thing that’s more important … it’s just suddenly equally important. It’s another priority. It’s up there. It’s important. It doesn’t take all priority, it simply needs to be accounted for.