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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and in the winter extra blankets for the cold

It's a glorious autumn day out there, gusty and warm (for November in Connecticut values of warm) and I'm just giving the dog an hour to digest his breakfast before we go for a nice long walk.

In the meantime, we're sitting here with the windows open.

Still not having any luck getting the thing with the working title of Gotham Jazz to come together into an outline and fifty, but on the other hand, I am also aware that I should really give myself a break. I have, after all, just written two novels (and two collaborations) under extreme deadline, and just completed an 8,000 word emergency replacement story, also under extreme deadline.

Part of the problem is that I'm fretting about cashflow, having had two books pushed back from November/December to January/February of next year, which means the concomitant on-pub payments are also delayed, which means I'm having a tight run. (The writer's life, kids.) Which of course makes me want to work, but there's not a lot I can do to force along this story other than give myself a little time to regenerate.

So I'm at the stage where I am tea-cozied up like a cat outside the story's mousehole, just waiting for it to poke a nose out. Sometimes, in the writer's life, nothing but patience will do.

The good news is, I have a whooole stack of books to read and reviews to write, so that should keep me busy for a week or so. All I have to do is keep from fretting.
Tags: quotidiana, writer at work

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