And what goes on in your mind is turning into stone

Wheee. I ordered my bridesmaid's dress for Y's wedding. I'll probably have to hem it and/or take in the waist, a fine little project for the new sewing machine (which is all set up now, but not used for anything real yet).

Today is clearly going to be a "stop thinking and get going already" kind of day. Two reasons: first, I am overwhelmed by my reading about the publishing industry. I see it now: I will not, no way, be able to run a cute little quality magazine with a hundred local subscribers and break even and not spend too much time on it. Getting started is hard... there are numbers to be crunched, and then all these things I never really thought of like maintaining mailing lists. My best option may be to start very slow, put out one trial issue and then the next year go for 5 or 6, with the goal of becoming monthly after a few years. See now... that's a more reasonable plan for a magazine. But all this talk of years and years depresses me. How do people scrounge up enough faith to put in time (and money) like that?

Second reason: stupid existential angst plus bad dreams about the world ending. Ugh. Stoppit, brain. I'm going out to lunch with aykroyd in an attempt to shake the mood.