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Well, Intercon happened. Also, a week ago, we finalized the baseline prototype of Project. The latter's going great; the former was fun, though by no means an unqualified success. Of the two games I ran, one worked out significantly better than the other, though neither was a failure in absolute terms. I played in 2.5 games (the fewest yet), of which one was quite enjoyable. In general a good social time, but such a huge amount of work and stress that I just feel immensely burned out.
For 2-3 weeks I've been eating badly, sleeping badly, and counting each minute that I took doing something unavoidable but distracting from getting work done. Important lessons garned from this include that coffee is an ally (though never a friend) in the fight against sleep, that a hot shower can replace a night's sleep, but probably not two, and that if you mark days by when you sleep and wake you'll get really messed up when a week goes by with only napping. Oh, and also that it was unconscionably stupid of me to spend months pushing off work of all kinds and painting myself into a corner, majorly screwing myself over and minorly my friends.
The worst single day was twelve hours work, ten hours writing, another twelve hours work, with all of those being creative high-energy hours. I have very, very little interest in doing that again. But, on the plus side, I seem to have survived, and I have rarely appreciated more the sensation of watching a movie and thinking "what do I need to get done tonight?... right, nothing at all."
Despite four or perhaps five hours of sleep this weekend, it was only a couple of minutes ago that I started to feel genuinely tired. Nevertheless, tomorrow's got its own fair share of work, so I think I'm going to bury the hatchet with sleep.
For 2-3 weeks I've been eating badly, sleeping badly, and counting each minute that I took doing something unavoidable but distracting from getting work done. Important lessons garned from this include that coffee is an ally (though never a friend) in the fight against sleep, that a hot shower can replace a night's sleep, but probably not two, and that if you mark days by when you sleep and wake you'll get really messed up when a week goes by with only napping. Oh, and also that it was unconscionably stupid of me to spend months pushing off work of all kinds and painting myself into a corner, majorly screwing myself over and minorly my friends.
The worst single day was twelve hours work, ten hours writing, another twelve hours work, with all of those being creative high-energy hours. I have very, very little interest in doing that again. But, on the plus side, I seem to have survived, and I have rarely appreciated more the sensation of watching a movie and thinking "what do I need to get done tonight?... right, nothing at all."
Despite four or perhaps five hours of sleep this weekend, it was only a couple of minutes ago that I started to feel genuinely tired. Nevertheless, tomorrow's got its own fair share of work, so I think I'm going to bury the hatchet with sleep.
