June 7th, 2010

new england quiet before the work

all my troubles seemed so far away.

Yesterday, between bands of thunderstorms, Alisa and The Jeff and I went paddling on Middle and Upper Bolton Lakes. That was a lot of fun, although there was still a lot of wind. Fortunately, it was on the outbound side.

I enjoy kayaking. It's a sport, finally, where my size and strength work for me rather than against. Everything else I do--climbing, running, yoga--is far more suited to small people.

Alisa has talked me into taking a Jukido class offered by the town this summer. We'll see how it goes. If nothing else, it's research. (I've taken a little karate, t'ai chi, and kickboxing, and enjoyed all of the above.) Of course, I will miss the first one due to Readercon, but such is the life of the itinerant artiste.

Yesterday morning, I got 1700 words or so on the wolf book. As soon as I finish this blog entry, I'm back at it. I have sliced cantaloupe, iced coffee, and a big dog to keep me company. The storms also broke the heat, and this week looks to be nice.

I worked on the vampire story last night, and did not get any further on the novella. The novella, alas, is really not ready to be written yet. Pity the deadline is the end of the month.

If you missed it over the weekend, there's new Shadow Unit.

And now it's time to get back on the horse.
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you said it was night inside my heart. it was. you said it should tear a kid apart. it does.

Despite sleeping more than I wanted (I'm taking a muscle relaxant at bedtime for my back pain, and it does mean I feel better, but it also makes me sleep hard and much longer than I want to be sleeping. Need to exercise more discipline and pry myself out of bed when the alarm goes off, dammit.) I got up today and became productive. Took the dog for a run and then settled in with the wolf book and wrote somewhere around 2300 words, then sent it back to truepenny

The deadline is July 1st. I hate working this close to deadline. Hate it. But my workload this winter and spring was such that it's been a deadline-push the whole way.

Additionally, the deadline for the Secrit Projekt is looming. That one is due June 30th, and I have to admit, writing it is a bit like slogging through mud. The story's not ripe yet, and I'm forcing myself to write it. But ya gotta do what ya gotta does, and I gotta get this done. The glamor of the writing life looks a lot like endless toil from here, right now.

Right now, though, I'm going to eat something, and then sit down and read some of this book I am supposed to be writing a review for. Because I'm not sure I can face the animal snugglers just yet.

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didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room?

2300 words on A Reckoning of Men today, and 1200 on "Confessor." I've written 17,636 words since the beginning of the month, which is not particularly fast for some writers I know, but for me is a breakneck pace.

Still, the deathmarch looms over me like a big dark loomy thing. 150 more pages on the novel (split with truepenny) and another fifty pages on the novella by month's end. Tomorrow may wind up being the sort of day one spends in one's pajamas, so as not to lose time from work in the minutia of, oh, dressing and so forth.

Really, this is not fun, and I want to be done with it now. God in hell, I hate deadlines.

Actually, that's not true. I don't mind deadlines when they are safely six months off and I have plenty of time to get things done. But the closer the deadline gets, the harder it gets for me to work. I am the opposite of the writer who can only work under pressure.

It is good to have work. I am lucky to have as much work as I can handle. I am actually turning down work.

But I am so very tired of deadline stress.
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