This is the first week in...a couple of months...that I've felt that the publishing industry has been truly awake. I had a day today without a lunch, with only one phone call, and the entire rest of the day filled with email catch-up. And it was excellent. Editors and clients were around and responsive. My nudges were received with good humor and promises of action. And there was a sense, even as the calendar hurtles to December, that there is one good last chance for action.
And I really shouldn't be that down about how work had gone. I've been able to submit books this autumn, and close deals, and guide my clients through the writing and editing process, and think about new clients as well. But the tension of the election (as well as my own personal tensions involving our son applying to college, our kids getting through school, breaking in a new assistant, etc etc etc), has been...difficult to get through. Again, it's not exactly the paralysis of writer's block, or a systematic depression. Just a kind of torpor. And it's not even that things are resolved, really--just that I feel like, right after Thanksgiving Week, everyone kind of pulled up their skirts and said "OK, let's make something of this semester."
And so we shall. Should be interesting.