July 23rd, 2008

writing edda of burdens fenris wolf

your death sits in that cage and hears you

I am amusing myself by making to-do lists. This is generally a sign that I am not actually yet ready to begin work on any of these projects, but I have recovered enough from the post-novella ennui (the bits of brain I cut off to put in Seven for a Secret and "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood" have not yet grown back, green and bushy.) to feel as if I ought to be working. Still, yesterday was productively spent on book sale stuff, and today, so far, has been much the same. I suspect that probably counts as enough worklike stuff for thse days, though I am going to take a crack at fixing that poem tonight.

How weird, to be working on a poem again after all these years.

I wonder if it's catching.


2008

Revise the mopy Tam Lin poem. Hey, I could do that today and it would be like work.
Revise "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood"
Revise Bone and Jewel Creatures
Write "The Tricks of London"
Write "Mongoose" with truepenny (started)
Finish Chill
Write "Smile" (Bone Garden) (started)
Write "Snow Dragons"
Write "The Horrid Glory of its Wings"
Write S2 Shadow Unit episodes (looks like 2.5 right now, unless stuff changes.)


2009

Rewrite The Sea thy Mistress
Shadow Unit S3
Write Grail
writing genocide

Audiobooks!

I bring you Recorded Books versions of Carnival (available now) and Undertow (coming the day after my birthday. What a fine present!).

Dust will be along eventually, or so I hear, since I just had a phone call with a lovely man yesterday about the pronunciations of the names in the book.

Looking back at my to-do list (previous post) it occurs to me that the whole point of getting the dratted deadline for Chill moved (it looks now as if it will be published for Fall 2009, so never fear; it is not being pushed back a full year) was so I could take some time off from novels and let my brain regrow.

Yes, Bear. Your inner compulsive workaholic is fooling you again. Take a chill pill and actually let the fallow period be, yanno, kind of fallow. Writing is a self-exhaustive act, and you need to remember that you can't go full-bore all the time.

...besides, there are all these short things I need to finish, and I should finish them.
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