So yesterday afternoon at 4pm the Big Work Project went to beta. Actually it went to editorial review, but twelve years of calling that something else die hard.
I am the project lead; it is my baby; I am exhausted. All week, I have been working around the Tube strikes, putting in some incredibly long days, doing the commute, doing the work, doing it again and over the top and over - and it was due on Tuesday, then Wednesday, and we got within five minutes of submission on Thursday before another disaster, and I didn't really think it would go off tomorrow, but it did, and I'm very happy. The next job involves my being responsible for other people, which is new in my experience - I mean, I've looked after work experience kids; not actually managed other lawyers! - but that comes later: I told my boss I would take the week off after the Bank Holiday if I did the thing, and I did the thing.
I actually think, though, that it's a break from more than just work. Fandom, too, is feeling more like work than enjoyment just recently. (I'm not sure why, or at least, I think it's a combination of reasons: at any rate, I don't think I or fandom will miss much if I'm not around for this Winter Soldier thing taking over the world! Call it a conscious decoupling.) Anyway, so not much for me from a while, I think.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gavagai is visiting and I'm spending time with her; the Nine Worlds press do is next week; Shim and I are planning to go to the zoo (they have baby tigers at ZSL at Regent's Park); I'm going to the Blackwell's Women in SF panel at Charing Cross; everything, as ever, turns on. And I spent my whole day watching Voyager, because many things die hard.
Oh, and: I've just watching the first couple of episodes of series 2 of Shetland, the BBC's detective series set on the islands. I only tried it because of the setting - I loved Shetland and my novel-in-progress is set on Shetland circa 2050 - but it turns out to be a beautiful, haunting, atmospheric British take on the Scandinavian noir thing. I really liked it. So that's a rec.
I am the project lead; it is my baby; I am exhausted. All week, I have been working around the Tube strikes, putting in some incredibly long days, doing the commute, doing the work, doing it again and over the top and over - and it was due on Tuesday, then Wednesday, and we got within five minutes of submission on Thursday before another disaster, and I didn't really think it would go off tomorrow, but it did, and I'm very happy. The next job involves my being responsible for other people, which is new in my experience - I mean, I've looked after work experience kids; not actually managed other lawyers! - but that comes later: I told my boss I would take the week off after the Bank Holiday if I did the thing, and I did the thing.
I actually think, though, that it's a break from more than just work. Fandom, too, is feeling more like work than enjoyment just recently. (I'm not sure why, or at least, I think it's a combination of reasons: at any rate, I don't think I or fandom will miss much if I'm not around for this Winter Soldier thing taking over the world! Call it a conscious decoupling.) Anyway, so not much for me from a while, I think.
gavagai is visiting and I'm spending time with her; the Nine Worlds press do is next week; Shim and I are planning to go to the zoo (they have baby tigers at ZSL at Regent's Park); I'm going to the Blackwell's Women in SF panel at Charing Cross; everything, as ever, turns on. And I spent my whole day watching Voyager, because many things die hard.Oh, and: I've just watching the first couple of episodes of series 2 of Shetland, the BBC's detective series set on the islands. I only tried it because of the setting - I loved Shetland and my novel-in-progress is set on Shetland circa 2050 - but it turns out to be a beautiful, haunting, atmospheric British take on the Scandinavian noir thing. I really liked it. So that's a rec.