state of the desk
July 25, 2014
It’s been kind of a strange summer, work wise. I don’t have a big novel deadline pending, so intellectually, I haven’t felt like I’ve been working all that hard. But yesterday I got a big fat project (an in-depth critique) off my desk, and my sense of relief and closure was immediate. I didn’t know what to do with myself. It was like, fruity drink and dance party on the patio time. Then I thought, “Well, I did work pretty hard this week to get things done. And last week, too. And before that was this other project. Not to mention a couple of conventions in there, and guest lecturing at a teen writing workshop. Two sets of galleys, a big revision, the graphic novel was due. . . Gosh, when was the last time I wasn’t working hard? Memorial Day weekend? Oh…”
So yeah, I realized I’ve been going hard since Memorial Day weekend, but since it was all “little” projects I didn’t notice. But when that weight came off — that, I noticed. Weird how that works.
I’ve got one more little job, then all I really need to worry about is getting ready for Loncon and Shamrokon. I’m really excited! Need to get out my travel books and figure out some sightseeing stuff. Oh — and I’ve started writing a new novel, which is super fun. I really love that I’ve been a professional novelist for ten years now and I still get excited about writing.
In other news, I now know how automatic garage door openers work. Anyone want an old broken garage door opener?
In more other news: my tickets for Guardians of the Galaxy next Friday are in hand. Just one. . .more. . .week. I’m on spoiler lockdown — there’s already too much out there and I don’t want to know until I see the thing for myself.
And I wrote a poem this week:
This is just to say
I have thrown out
that were in
you were probably
they might be
and I don’t want
you to die.