Lexical Gap No. 4: Tsundoku

Adulting at my own pace

Good Lord. I can't believe it's May already. At the same time, I can't believe it's only May. Time is weird in publishing; your mind is a year ahead, even as your body remains in the present. This creates a strange paradox where you feel as though you are constantly catching up to time, even though you're actually ahead of it.

I spent a lot of April working on copyedits for Wintersong (which I'll discuss more in depth below), I've also taken it easy. I finally set up some bookshelves in my office after two years and am slowly starting to move my books from the Closet of Shame. My office bookshelves are for my young adult and middle grade books; the bookshelves downstairs are filled with "grown-up books" (adult science-fiction/fantasy, comic books, etc.—this is what passes for "adult" in our house).

You'd think that at 30, I'd have my life more together than this. Ah, well.