October 19th, 2012

writing gorey earbrass unspeakable horro

i know it don't make a difference to you, but oh, it sure made a difference to me--

I'm in the midst of setting my house in order to start the big push on Steles of the Sky. Today is puttering and poking, tomorrow is outlining, and Monday is the commencement of hard writing--hopefully around 10,000-12,000 words a week. So I will be doing NaNoWriMo, sort of. In as much as I ever do NaNoWriMo. I mean, I need to write about 50K next month. And the month after. And the month after that. (I seem to have a lot of projects due in December and January.)

Project Don't Accept Too many Fucking Short Fiction Commissions in 2013 is still in place, although it's also still hard saying no. Especially to projects I'd love to be involved with. But it turns out I just can't write three books and a dozen short stories in a year anymore. The books are harder, for one thing. Writing is the only thing I've ever done that keeps getting harder the better I get at it. (There's a post over on the Wordpress blog about how it does seem like I'm getting better at it, at least.)

All this practice apparently amounts to something.

Alas, because of this--and other--reasons, I will not be at WFC. The year just got away from me, guys. I will be at the NYLA conference in Saratoga Springs on the 8th, and signing at Pandemonium in Cambridge on the 10th, however.

I've decided to go back to tracking my wordcount for this book. In part because I'm feeling better about my abilities these days--the latest crisis of confidence has settled out, and I seem to kind of like my own stories again--but also because my deadlines are so tight, and I need the reassurance of seeing that progress is being made. Otherwise I tend to give myself anxiety attacks about how I'm not actually getting anywhere, ZOMG, we're all going to DIE.

I'm not sure how often I'll be doing metrics here--I've been trying to limit my online time a bunch, because of reasons (reasons like wanting not to spend my life on the couch--and wanting to read more actual books again, and realizing how much happier I am when I'm not constantly being reminded that somewhere, somebody is doing something awful to somebody else every minute of the day) and you know? Limited internets turns out to be a good thing in my life. Like limited TV. The thing itself isn't bad. Just its overuse.

I'm going to try to do some tea blogging over at Wordpress, at least.
criminal minds garcia glam femme geek

if you were everything you say things would be different today

This year's season of Criminal Minds seems to be off to a promising start. I really enjoyed this week's episode (I loved Morgan's general contractor knowledge showing up), and while I thought last week's was strongly constructed in general (with a bunch of good character moments--Rossi and Reid, in particular) I have to admit, it's the first one to actually squick me since "Legacy." I was behind the couch.

Sorry I'm not blogging it this year, but... no time, no time. I'm impressed that any TV show is still watchable eight years in, however.