This will be a short post because my brain is in the process of exploding.
(DISCLAIMER: I REALIZE THAT I HAVE A GOOD LIFE, I HAVE MANY BLESSINGS, I AM THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING, I AM AT LEAST NOT STARVING IN SOME POST-APOCALYPTIC OR EQUIVALENT DUNG HEAP, THANK YOU.)
The thing is, there is so much going on right now (ALTHOUGH IT IS ALL GOOD), and it is showing no signs of stopping (THANK GOD I KNOW RIGHT BLESSINGS EVERYWHERE), that I have pretty much just been alternating between writing feverishly on The October Year . . . and curling up with chips or cheese or some other thing I should not be snacking on and watching YouTube videos (like this one).
Plus, since I’m feeling overwhelmed just in general, and since general overwhelmed . . . ness . . . can lead to more specific kinds of whelm, I also have these random moments of like, “OH MY GOD. My first book is coming out THIS YEAR and I’m not doing enough and I’m so unprepared and no one will like it and there are so many other books coming out that are so much cooler than mine and HOW WILL I EVER BE HEARD?”
Plus there is the moving and the saying good-bye to friends and family. More chips. More cheese. More YouTube videos (like this one).
Thankfully, I also discovered Battlestar Galactica this week. Now, this is one of those shows that everyone and their tauntaun has been telling me I should watch since, I don’t know, forever. I just never made the time for it, though; committing to a multi-season show is asking a lot at this point in my life. But in a recent moment of particularly potent whelm, I decided I was just going to go ahead and start watching it. I needed something to do with myself between bouts of frenetic writing and cheese-snarfling.
Well, lo and behold, everyone and their tauntaun was RIGHT. It is SO GOOD. Jaw-droppingly so, even.
But a couple of episodes in, I remembered that, in my rush of rebellious excitement, I’d forgotten that I’d promised The Boy we would watch it together. So I halted my watching, and will resume later. I know, right? Twue wuv. Agent Lady was impressed by my willpower.
I’ve been listening to the score, though — mainly the miniseries score, by Richard Gibbs. I’ve thus far managed to keep from shelling out the $50+ for the entire series’ scores. We’ll see how long that lasts.
Check it, and be INSPIRED (and then send me some cheese?):
Claire is a Texan living in New York City! She writes fantastical stories, and her daemon is an ocelot but sometimes a unicorn. When presented with the choice to high five or not to high five, she will always choose TO HIGH FIVE. Her first novel, 
