Stuff I did today: completed every current task involving printing book 2 of Rita. Contemplated Drowning City, had a thoughtful conversation about the planned rape scene in that with a friend who's been through being raped. It's still in but it's definitely not going to be played for fap material. Moved the overfill laundry basket next to the front door but didn't actually do any. Fiddled around playing some video games. Put the sun lamp away for spring.
I tried to get myself moving on the next page of Rita, or some other thing that Needs Doing, but the back of my head was all “dealing with this book stuff was a big stress deal for a couple days, I don't want to think about Rita at all today”.
I should probably feel like I got Some Stuff Done but I really don't. Adding another page to the current big project feels like progress; dealing with making the book happen doesn't.
I guess that some of the bits of writing I did while contemplating Drowning City counted as work too? It wasn't much, but some of it included adding more detail to an important climactic scene that's pretty directly related to my own wounds, and that was kind of emotionally draining.
Tomorrow: laundry, clean up stuff left over from approving book proofs, make doctor appointment, probably draw some Rita. I'm never going to get ahead of schedule at this rate, ever. Oh well. As long as I keep picking away, it'll get done.