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lion in winter oops

I was born in the wagon of a traveling show.

greygirlbeast is on a roll. Here, she blogs about some of the challenges in the life of a wrking writer. And here, she focuses on a comment on that entry.

Of course, I have no problem with explaining what I do to people. It keeps me off the streets.

Speaking of which, despite being sleepy--I'm contemplating a walk, actually; it might perk me up, as I think the sneezing and tiredness are allergies acting up--I've managed to write two essaylet thingies I was meant to do, which means, since I finished the read-through on Undertow and the revision of "Chatoyant" over the weekend, all I have to do by the end of the year is the proposal for Dust and to write "Lumiere."

Wow.

Daylight.

Then, of course, the 2007 to-do list ("Periastron," Dust, the rewrite of All the Windwracked Stars, and the revision of Ink & Pen, the title I hate) kicks in. But that's pretty doable, really.

Yanno, one of the things I had to learn as an artist was not to take myself too freaking seriously all the damned time. I pass this revelation along to you for free. If you do, the next thing you know, man, you're Morrissey.

Life is one big faceplant. Roll with it.

Oh, look, the cat's stolen my chair again.

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Comments

Nice posts there, accurate, but I couldn't help thinking, "Gee, this person has time to play video games and see a movie, and can afford to do both. Their publisher probably hasn't kept them waiting an extra two weeks for the check that was supposed to pay the mortgage, either, and good heavens, only two weeks since they had a day off? What a life of leisure they lead!"

Every time you think you're in hell, someone pokes your butt with a pitchfork from a few levels farther down.
It's true.

I have to admit, after my brief return to working in an office this summer....

...I have the best job in the world. I really do.
I've tried at semi-regular intervals to find other, saner things to do, but when it comes right down to it, I don' wanna. This is all I'm fit for and it's all I want to do.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.