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Wil #2

Monday, May 4th, 2015

The next in the series of what I’m thinking of as “Lone Wil and Cub” has been written, it’s had the fine-toothed comma comb (comba?) run over it by my husband (notorious grammar hunter and devastator of passive voice) , and is now off to the editor.  I realize at this point I should just assume it’s a sale, but I never assume it’s a sale.  So I’ll update this when I actually get the “Accepted! For Realsies!” message.

How do I feel?  Uh, pretty much how I always feel when I manage not to give my editors a nervous breakdown by not missing the date: relieved.  One of the great things about the modern age is I can turn this stuff in at 11:59 PM the day it’s due and know it’s probably going to get to my editor in a timely manner.  And if it doesn’t, they just send me email to let me know they need me to resend it.  When I was younger, you had to have it postmarked and out the door a week in advance, and ha ha ha ha good luck and hope the USPS doesn’t lose your precious bundle.  Times are much better now.

I wrote this story partially while sitting in the back of my vanpool, and have come to a solid realization: my laptop is too damn big to comfortably write in the back of  a vanpool.  Which is unfortunate, because I can’t exactly buy another laptop at this phase of my life.  Or can I?

Anyway.  I’m excited for this story because I honestly believe it doesn’t suck, plus certain characters get some badass moments, and I am all about the badassery.  This is partially why I decided to shift focus from goofy Bard to slightly more serious Herald who has, as life has tenderized him, become less serious.  The Herald has more potential for badassery, being what he is.

And now, having successfully completed what I set out to do at the start of the month, I am off to bed.  G’night.

Another Year….

Friday, May 2nd, 2014

…another Valdemar anthology.  This story will continue the Adventures of Wil.  That’s all I’m saying about it right now.

Mostly, though, I’m trying to find something longform I want to write.  I’ve been somewhat in a slump, and it’s possible that has everything to do with getting-married-buying-two-houses-having-a-baby but it seems unfair to blame life, like I didn’t have life before all those things.  It does seem the more you bring people into your life, the less of your own, private life you have.

But Marion went through similar (and worse), and still managed to write, so the question is why haven’t I carved out the time? Well…I’m trying. Mainly what I’m trying is getting up earlier so I can write in the morning, before the other humans start encroaching.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love my humans.  Very much.  My family is the best thing that ever happened to me.  But I tend to be better adjusted when I write, when the private world gets a chance to vent.  I know that.  I just need to find a way.