it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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fare you well, i love you more than words can tell

Apparently, we have entered the phase of post-novel ennui where we do nothing but play Chuzzle and feel useless. I'm also trying to read Brasyl, but having a heck of a time focusing on anything that feels too much like work. This is, of course, a normal part of my cognitive process, and how the recovery thing works. The left brain, lazy slacker that it is, demands time to think about stuff. And since I am currently trying to rearrange my life to give it that sabbatical, I should probably take advantage of it and grab the break while I can.

It's hard for me to remember that the to-do list is never going to get any shorter, you see, and no matter how fast I run I am never going to be finished with it. (Well, I hope not, anyway, because if I am, I need to find a new career.)

So, like Travis McGee, I have to learn to take my retirement in pieces.

One thing about this while writing gig that's challenging is that it's all such intense work. It's self-exhaustive, and I also tend to find people kind of self-exhaustive (I'm used to being alone a lot of the time, and being around people tires me out) and there have been a lot of people this summer. Which is NOT a bad thing, by any means. But it does mean that I feel like I've boiled kind of low, and I probably need to top off again. No matter how good your work ethic, creative work isn't exactly always as amenable to the same kinds of push-through as some of the jobs I've had answering phones, digging ditvches, and so forth.

Which does not excuse one from applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair, mind you, and getting the damned work done.

However, I need to acknowledge to myself that some of this other stuff--conventions, nonfiction, blogging, page proofs, copy-edited manuscripts, research, the works--that's work, too. And it's work that needs to be done, and which can't always happen in the cracks around writing frantically for every waking moment of the day.

A little generosity to yourself, Bear. It doesn't hurt.

So I'm going to give myself a little time. I have got some revisions to get through after Readercon, on "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood," but other than that, we'll take it easy for a little while. I will probably start trying to do four pages or four hours a day again after Readercon, but we'll try for a sustainable pace raher than a huge crush.

In honor of that, my current to-do list.


Revise "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood"
Write chapbook short for Bill.
Revise Bone and Jewel Creatures
Finish Chill
Revise One-Eyed Jack and the Suicide King
Write S2 Shadow Unit episodes (looks like 2.5 right now, unless stuff changes.)
Write "Mongoose" with truepenny (started)
Write "Smile" (started)
Write "Snow Dragons"


Rewrite The Sea thy Mistress
Write Patience & Fortitude
Shadow Unit S3
Write Grail.

Tags: honeydew, the writer at work, unburdening my shelf

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