This week has been all levels of chaos. Some things have changed that I can’t get into yet because the announcement requires more pomp. I think. Honestly, I’m just running around like a chicken with its head partly cut off. Not enough to kill it, but enough to make life a rush of panic until it get to a mad scientist for help.
The original plan was to put up the blurbs for Tribe of the Snow Tiger and get feedback while I was out for the day. Simple plan that I’ve done before. Keeps blog traffic going and gets some work done while I’m away. Except my dumb ass never did more than make the empty file a few months ago. Instead, we get some half-ass questions that I hope will entertain. With any luck, the real plan will go off Saturday or Sunday when there’s barely enough blog traffic to stomp a termite to death.
- Ever have a week where you swear somebody put a curse on you?
- What is a telltale sign that you’re reaching your stress limit?
- How do you pull back from the edge?