State Of The Weasel: September 2016

I’m exhausted, is what it is.
I counted the hours, and I spent 32 hours in a single week putting the finishing touches on my novel Savor Station. (No, it’s not sold.  That was just to see if my agent could get it into shape to sell it quickly.)  I pushed myself hard to get that done by September, and then Angry Robot said, “Hey, I know you had Labor Day weekend planned to relax, but Boston would like you to do a signing, can you go?”
Cue twenty-four hours of driving over a weekend.  And too little sleep as I talked with delightful people.  And then a release party on Tuesday.
Normally I bounce back from these things, but this strain of exhaustion is strangely sticky.  Those of you who know my “write every day” habits will be shocked to learn that I’ve only written about 1,000 words over the last two weeks. And I have a story I want to write!  It’s just that losing myself in Deus Ex seems a lot better.
(Though I’m not sure whether I’m playing Deus Ex properly, as I have 8 surplus Praxis points and I have no idea how to spend them.  Once I’ve maxed out the Invisibility Cloak and the hacking modules, I have yet to find a challenge so big I can’t sneak past it.  Anyway.)
So I need to write a summary of Savor Station, and I need to write essays for the Fix Blog Tour, and I need to get back to various people who have been kind to me, and I need to figure out who wants to do lunch when I’m in San Francisco, and Portland, and Seattle, and San Diego.  I should probably even reserve hotels.  But I am so burnt out right now that decisions are anathema to me, and so I’m checking Twitter too much and trying to force my brainfogged programmer-person to crank out needed code.
So.  If I seem distant lately, it’s that I’m exhausted.  If you feel like it, send pets and cuddles.  Or just keep your distance until I perk up again.  This too shall pass; I have a weekend planned showing Steven Universe to a friend, and hopefully that’ll get me enough recuperation to launch into the four dates of the book tour.
(I am very excited about the book tour.  I get to see you guys.  That’s always awesome.)
But Fix seems to be getting good reviews from the people who liked the series, saying it’s a really solid finale.  Which is a nice reward, given that Fix is the most difficult book I’ve ever written – the ending got torn up and redone not once, but twice.  So to have all of that effort come to fruition is nice; I didn’t want to leave a sour taste in people’s mouths.
But here I am.  Breathing.  Eating.  Not responding to emails.
Doesn’t mean I don’t love you.  Just means I’m turtling.  Bear with me if you can, but you’re not obliged to.