If 90% of life is showing up, right now I feel like I should be getting a merit badge. Today, of course, I need to show up more.
After two days off work, it's a little bit of a challenge to get my focus back and return to the coal mines of finishing the book. (Oh, book, why don't you just write yourself?)
I didn't manage to get out for a run at all this week, but I did manage an awful lot of walking, and climbed three times. (Wednesday night hardly counts: I stank on ice.) Hopefully next week I'll do better--I will not be running today, either, as I really need to settle in and write as soon as I am done making tea and feeding the cat and finding something to eat and doing dishes and getting cleaned up and listening to Sunday morning radio. (Something tells me that today will be a work-in-the-afternoon day, because this morning I'm just not settling. NB: I will have the file open and be staring at it, of course, but I plan to listen to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me, and I suspect no real productivity will happen until after the distraction ends.)
It was much easier to maintain a consistent drive on work when I was living in a place where I was miserable and had no friends. On the other hand, I suspect this is healthier, even if it does come with social obligations and distractions.
Part of the professional writing gig is having the strength of purpose to set boundaries and make time for yourself and get the work done. It's not always easy.
I did pretty well last week, in terms of productivity. It would be good to do at least as well this week. I'm losing Saturday--there's helping friends move during the day, and an Iron & Wine concert in the evening, neither of which I would miss for anything short of surgery--but other than that I really need to get my act together and get some road under my feet. If I can finish this book by Thanksgiving, then I stand a chance of getting started on the rewrite of The Sea thy Mistress, and maybe finishing it by Vericon, which is the next piece of business travel on my agenda.
...and then I am novel-draft-free until late 2009, when I have to write Grail. Novel-free and grateful: you should see my pile of things I need to read to keep abreast of the industry and also of research books I need to get through.
Finish Chill (started)
Write S2 Shadow Unit episode: "Lucky Day" (with coffeeem (started));
Rewrite The Sea thy Mistress
Revise One-Eyed Jack and The Suicide King
Shadow Unit S3
Sell some books before I starve
When they get done:
Write "Smile" (Bone Garden) (started)
Write "Snow Dragons"
Write "The Horrid Glory of its Wings"
304 miles to Rauros. I've come over a thousand miles on foot since I started walking to Mordor.