Wayne Blackburn Happy Crow threatened/promised that on Wednesday all of you would do posts on “in my copious spare time” and link to mine. I’m fairly sure he was joking, but I thought just for the heck of it I WOULD do a post on all the stuff I’m supposed to be doing, all the stuff I’d like to do and the stuff that’s waiting my “copious spare time.”
Is this whining? No. It’s a bit of a complaint, because with all these things to do, I often end up not doing anything all day. Or rather, I do a ton of little things (like today) but nothing of what was on my to-do list. And then I get upset, but mostly at myself. And my main reason for getting upset at myself is how easily I get ill. Like, right now, I’m battling a sinus infection, which is a ridiculous disease that should not make you feel this low.
However, for some reason, my sinus’ being out of kilter just makes me want to sleep the day into the night. Which is also why you’re getting this excuse for a post today.
And in case it does sound like whining… It’s not because if I had to choose, I’d much rather and by a great amount be over-busy than not busy enough.
When I first got married, I came from a situation in which I had been teaching, going to college full time, and taking four language courses at other institutions. There were days I left the house at seven thirty am and didn’t come home again till nine pm at night, at which point I’d eat dinner in solitary splendor and do whatever homework or studying was needed for starting at seven thirty am again.
I was perfectly happy in this routine. I squeezed in a social life around the edges and usually took Sunday afternoon and just slept.
Then came my first two years of marriage, when I had no job, no car, and was stuck in the house all day. I went so nuts I started trying to write for publication.
Then I got a job in which I got paid normal amounts, but had to work unpaid overtime. We were so busy I often bought clothes because I hadn’t had time to do wash. In the end we realized that we were spending more money with me working than we did with me not working. Even though I was being paid decently, it didn’t compensate for the sheer amount of work which meant I didn’t cook at home, or wash clothes, or… and besides it was really interfering with the infertility treatments.
Then came the kids, and Robert’s first three years of life I moved three times, and I was sometimes so tired I couldn’t think.
Then came the crash of my writing career in 03 and days when I had nothing to do but clean and decorate. And then it took off again, and I’ve been writing multiple books a year and unable to take the time to breathe.
I’m not sure what this means except that there doesn’t seem to be a happy medium, (possibly because he/she keeps getting struck) and if I had to choose I’d rather be insanely busy, because it seems to give the opportunity for things to get better. Also, as grandma used to say, “to stop is to die.”
If that’s true I’m going to live forever…
Right now, on the plate and getting more overdue by the minute:
Five short stories. One isn’t due till June, but the rest need to get out there. These are proving a small issue because I haven’t READ short stories in too long, and what you read absolutely affects the habit of mind you get into. Yeah, I can probably write shorts without reading them; I have enough practice. But actually sliding into them would make things easier.
Through Fire: technically not due until August, but I’d like to do an extra book this year because it’s pushing at me, so… Well, it’s started and I am actually working at it.
The subscriber space: It hasn’t been updated this week, mostly because all I did was editing.
Finishing A Flaw In Her Magic for Naked Reader Press before my editor crawls out through the monitor and beats me. I have maybe three days of work in it, but I need to get back into the head space.
Ditto the second vampire musketeer’s book – and here’s the craving belief that I should just let it slide till the rights revert to the first next year.
Getting a sketch to the artists doing the cover for Witchfinder.
Finishing editing Witchfinder.
Finishing editing Shadow Gods.
Finishing editing Musketeer’s Seamstress.
(The problem with these is that if I get interrupted, I get popped out, also for things like the musketeers, I need to immerse fully. I THINK I need to take a few days and do them sequentially.)
Picking cover art for a few Naked Reader Properties. (Why am I the cover director? Ah. Well, the person doing it had a death in the family, and things got weird, and… yep, I was the one who could squeeze it in.)
I have to read a couple of friends’ books for quotes.
I’m doing an introduction to the annual collection of someone who will eventually be a friend and is right now an online acquaintance of whom I am a – squee type – fan.
These are all things (except for writing the WHOLE of Through Fire) which must be done by the end of the month.
Then come the things I’d REALLY like to do:
I’d like to write the first Orphan Kittens mystery, before Everitt Mickey physically crawls through my computer to get it.
I’d like to start cleaning the room in the attic we call “the beach room” because it needs to be empty before we can even start preparing the house for sale. (It has a gross beach mural from the seventies. And we use it as a storage room, which means you can’t even get into it. And some of the stuff that’s in there, like my good sewing machine, I need to fix other stuff.)
I’d like to go to my hairdresser. I’ve been overdue for an appointment since JANUARY. My hair is becoming too long to manage easily, but I have yet to have the time.
I’d like to do some research I’m going to need for Darkship Revenge.
I’d like to read a few books that have been waiting patiently. This is not just for fun. When I’m this busy I just re-read, but you need new input, now and then.
I’d like to finish the re-do on my website, but unfortunately it will take a bunch of figuring out ways to make the interface behave, so I need about a week. I ain’t gonna get it, so I have to cram a week’s worth of work in the spare hours.
These are things I’d like to at least have started in the next couple of months.
And then – in my copious spare time –
I’d like to learn to use the new art computer, and poser.
I’d like to read the three books I got for Christmas on interstellar travel.
I’d like to start studying Latin and Greek again.
I’d like to finish putting up all my trunk short stories and organize a listing of the future history stories, in order, as well as revise the thirty or so that need serious revision, so I can sell them to webscriptions and also make collections for Amazon.
I’d like to start writing a short story/novella a weekend again.
And I’d like to go somewhere for a week and just sleep…
I could get rid of this entire backlist in a couple of months if I could just take it one at a time, but life doesn’t work that way. So… I try to make plans, but it’s like making a budget when we were newlywed. It always showed we couldn’t possibly be surviving, and yet we were.
So I go on. To stop is to die. And I’m not anywhere near stopping.