Whee, Tired

I wrote just over 11,000 words about organic gardening in the past three days. This is actually a lower rate than I often produce, but I had a client who wanted a short ebook done up. For my next trick, I'll produce three detailed RPG illustrations in 4-5 days, do my laundry, disassemble the electronics shelf and scrub that spot on the floor where the ink tipped over. This is gonna be one heck of a week. But! Thanks to art and the higher writing rate, I'll actually be well in advance of quota, which should support the copious amount of cleaning and packing I need to do. Moving is being more complex than I might like because the apartment has to be in decent shape for showings every couple of days. I'm officially off the hook until Sunday, so I need to fit in a lot of work between now and then.

In sartorial news, I have begun the long journey that is SweaterCoat! and have decided to live the rest of my life in Curvy Kate bras. Because my god, the back support. I am enjoying the heck out of this warm and pretty spring, though I wish I hadn't packed as many of my long sleeved shirts as I have.

Politics and a recent series of discussions about women in spec fic/on the Internet are making me alternately despair and rage, and there's naught to be done for it. Back to the mines with me.