About two hours after I posted that cry for help about being completely overwhelmed by everything I have going on, I got an email that threw me into a real tizzy. It was Friday afternoon at about 3:00, and the email mentioned my deadline the following Monday. And I nearly threw up on my keyboard, because I was like, "WHAT DEADLINE?!" Um, the one set back in July.... Can you say major professional blunder?
I have never—and I mean NOT ONCE—missed a deadline by even one day, and I've been doing this for nearly 30 years. But I totally blew it this time—and I'm just lucky the client happened to email me! Thankfully, she was able to extend my deadline until Wednesday, so that was when I switched into overdrive. I stayed up working till well after midnight that night. Saturday morning I sat down at my desk at 7am and worked again until after midnight—I never changed out of my jammies, and Andy brought me my meals. Sunday I had already arranged to help my parents at the Cape with all the packing, so I did that instead, then worked all night. And the same Monday. And the same Tuesday. And I submitted the damn thing on Wednesday. Despite the hectic pace, I know I did a good job—it was everything else in my life that got the short shrift (squalid house, starving children...). It's a terrific book, too.
Then, I had another deadline (this one I was aware of!) on Friday; luckily I was nearly done when I had to put it aside for the forgotten project, so I was able to make that deadline, too.
So, with that "excitement" over with, I'm back to being just thoroughly frazzled.