Trying to sort a few things out

Life update: Overwhelmed, but no longer perpetually seethingly furious. Completely burned out on the babe, who apparently sees me and wants to nurse (but is more or less fine most of the time if I'm not visible), and who spent four hours today screaming about not wanting to go down for her nap, which was a bit much to handle.

Somewhere along the line I feel like I've lost a couple of threads on things I was supposedly working on. I went through a period in my Craft training where a particular subset of techniques was easy as anything, something that I was managing to pull off doing nearly constantly, and now it's actively difficult when I actively try. I'm trying not to feel too discouraged by this, because I suspect it has to do with the stress levels around here. I'm hoping to get the pieces back together soon enough, but it still feels like backsliding.

I'm feeling stressed about writing. The onion-hoeing project is ... hard. I've whinged about this before. At the moment I've got scraps and pieces and I want to put them into a file, and in the ideal world I could put them into a file that's basically hyperlinked to an outline and shuffle things around in the outline and see where the shapes on the thing are, but I don't really have a program that can do that (and the one that's closest to being able to do that cannot handle footnotes, which is even more untenable). The program I'm using has an auto-table of contents thing, but if I set it up so it will work with the document it starts fucking with the formatting in ways that drive me spare. I may do what I did with the Traveller's Guide and do a table of contents by hand so I can see what I've written and - perhaps more importantly - where in the document I've put it. I've also got things in fifty zillion separate files. It's driving me nuts.

I can't get any clear sense of flow if I can't spread things out and see where they are, and I can't do that easily at all. I'm now suspecting that by the end of this project I'm going to need to set up an office space with a whiteboard that I can scribble structural stuff all over so I can figure out where it all goes. Because right now what I've got is completely kibbled, it's bits and pieces chopped up and scattered.

I need to find some focus, and get space to do some work, but - again - the Attack Beeker spends most of her time in my company waving her arms and crying "Meem meem meem!" unless I nurse her right then, even if I just nursed her ten minutes ago. I can't get her to eat substantial amounts of solid food - as I was commenting the other day, she'll eat one food at a time and we generally don't know what it is.

(Though currently 'rice' seems to work, and she'll eat fried rice, garlic-flavored rice, etc. So the breakfast plate at the moment has the usual selection of fruit (flung on floor), cheese (ignored), toast (carried about and discarded somewhere random), and fried rice (eaten grain by grain). She did eat a small piece of turkey and a quarter of a roll at Thanksgiving at frozencapybara's, though.)