Today's the only real rest day I've had since a month or so ago. For the first time in maybe a decade, I woke up really really really late, nearly lunchtime, which is really really really late for me, as someone who consistently wakes up at around 6 to 7 AM, regardless if I've been drinking or writing or whatever the night before.
I've been endlessly tired as I started a few new things in the POC, things that really utterly drained me, and I still need to write a few things that aren't too draining but still decidedly comprehensive, ie, RaceFail, Song as Poem, a brand new Dialect This, MoFo! essay, and on top of that a design-layout raket for Charles Tan, a book I've virtually finished, just needing a little ratcheting here and there, ratcheting I haven't had the time to do as between writing and doing things for the house and for the people in the house (I do dinner five nights a week), hay, barely enough time to do anything else - haven't even been able to write stuff for myself! I've been writing nothing but work stuff for more than a month, now, and that's a fuckin record for me, ie, not writing anything non-work for more than a month. My genre-writing plans for this year have taken the backseat by necessity, it seems.
Charles! I'll eMail you later tonight, but in case you read this first: I've been ignoring all eMail for more or less a month, now, just really focussing on writing and writing and writing, and I need to do that to get things done, and I've been grossly irresponsible about the design-layout job. I assure you that that's the first thing and basically the only thing I'll do tomorrow. I just really need to go through this day not spending more than an hour in front of the PC monitor. I'm really very very sorry. I promise you that by Wednesday at the latest, you'll have your book.
I've been endlessly tired as I started a few new things in the POC, things that really utterly drained me, and I still need to write a few things that aren't too draining but still decidedly comprehensive, ie, RaceFail, Song as Poem, a brand new Dialect This, MoFo! essay, and on top of that a design-layout raket for Charles Tan, a book I've virtually finished, just needing a little ratcheting here and there, ratcheting I haven't had the time to do as between writing and doing things for the house and for the people in the house (I do dinner five nights a week), hay, barely enough time to do anything else - haven't even been able to write stuff for myself! I've been writing nothing but work stuff for more than a month, now, and that's a fuckin record for me, ie, not writing anything non-work for more than a month. My genre-writing plans for this year have taken the backseat by necessity, it seems.
Charles! I'll eMail you later tonight, but in case you read this first: I've been ignoring all eMail for more or less a month, now, just really focussing on writing and writing and writing, and I need to do that to get things done, and I've been grossly irresponsible about the design-layout job. I assure you that that's the first thing and basically the only thing I'll do tomorrow. I just really need to go through this day not spending more than an hour in front of the PC monitor. I'm really very very sorry. I promise you that by Wednesday at the latest, you'll have your book.
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