it never stops

so i got married. it was a cheap, quiet affair involving sneaking into a public garden (that usually charges tons of money to host weddings) and eating at a chinese buffet. we're poor, so no honeymoon. which is fine, honest to god. we don't care, and we have lots of things we're in the midst of handling (i'm trying to be a comic artist, and he starts grad school soon).

and then, maybe a month or two after the wedding, my grandfather (my favorite person, actually) shot himself for a multitude of reasons that really just boil down to him not wanting to be a burden on my family. his funeral was a bizarre collection of mormons, mennonites, and recovering alcoholics. for the record, mennonites make damn good coffee.

anyway, this caused my employers to have a fit, convinced that i am too emotionally mucked up to finish the book (we've already had every other conceivable delay under the sun).

and i am posting about this because i am proud of myself. i had two projects besides this book, and i am finishing everything on time. successful putting-on of big girl panties. yes.

i mean, it's not all done yet. but i've met all the deadlines so far, with some juggling. and i'll have one more project out of the way in the next day or so, which leaves me just one left.

i don't know how i'll cope with just one left.