February 12, 2011
It’s Saturday, which doesn’t mean a whole lot — I don’t really have weekends. When I say I write every day, I really mean it. And when I’m in the throes of a big project — like revising a novel, copyedits, etc., I keep going through the weekend because I want to get it done. Of course, I sometimes take time off in the middle of the week. If I finish a project on Tuesday, I may slack off Wednesday. It’s nice, being able to do that.
But lo and behold, I have finished a big project — revising Kitty 10 — on Friday, so I’m sitting here on Saturday thinking, “Holy cow, what do I do?” Forgetting that a lot of people get Saturday off and that this is actually normal. Deep, slow breaths. Stay calm.
Of course, I now have that gigantic list of things to do that I’ve been putting off until I finished the revisions… THE MADNESS NEVER ENDS.
In TV catch-up news: I still love Castle. Last week’s episode had a couple of nice writer-life moments. I finally saw the latest Doctor Who Christmas Special and loved it, from the steampunk to Michael Gambon and spaceships and everything. Saw the first episode of the new BBC science fiction show Outcasts and the horrifically bad dialog made me want to strangle someone — and I’m the person with a really high tolerance for crap like that if you’ve shown me a really pretty spaceship, which they did, so that tells you something. Also, there were a few bad story choices that I think show weakness of resolve. But that’s just me.