...What I'm trying to convey there is, it's December and I've got not a lick of productivity to show for it. 11,000 words on a novel which is probably supposed to be ten times that long, and most of it sub-par to the original material. (The game was better than this book is.) I've got not one, but two images to make for my comic.
And I need to make them in two days.
And I have no buffer, because I burnt through the buffer and was in a bout of depression at the time I was supposed to be rebuilding one.
And I even have writer's block for making entries on my work blog, too.
If you haven't noticed, my blog here is only so-so, too.
Red Hood Rider is behind.
My novel is behind.
My work is behind and I'm not doing nearly enough job searching.
Everything's behind schedule.