I’m working with almost bizarre intensity these days. My day job is frenetic; the projects are truly massive, the deadlines are very soon, the number of titles is in the dozens, the number of authors is in the hundreds, and the number of pieces they’re writing is in the thousands… while the timelines are measured in some cases in weeks. My night job, even moreso; I am rewriting 700-800 pages of technical content and figures in the space of little more than a month.
Only once before in my life have I concentrated at this level or felt this productive: my last two semesters at the University of Utah, when I was finishing a double degree, arriving on campus before light and leaving after dark, writing papers and reading books all night.
At some level, it all feels very good.
At another, it’s like you’re losing time — losing moments of your life that you’ll never get back.