I’m still on schedule for revising In My Blue World, but MAN does it feel like it’s taking forever. Some days there’s not too much to fix and I get get a good chunk done, and other days — like yesterday — I have to completely rewrite a major scene. I’m about halfway through the novel and working off the revision notes I’d made during our UK trip a few months ago. There are chapters where the notes will say “good — lengthen a bit — tidy up” and others where the notes go on for almost a full page explaining what I need to change. Such is the writer’s life.
But I’m soldiering through. I’m not sick of the book (yet) and I’m not at the ‘oh god this sucks’ level yet (which is always a good sign), but I really wish I was a little closer to finishing it up!
Still, I’m still on schedule to release it at Smashwords sometime in February. The book cover’s already done of course. I might follow through and do a trade for this one as well, depending on if I can get interest in it.
In the meantime, as soon as I’m finished with this one, I’ll FINALLY be able to work on the Apartment Complex book! I might even have a title for it by then!
Oh hey! Long time no post. My self-imposed blogging hiatus is over for now. I’ve managed to get caught up with Day Job stuff, I’ve cleared my mind of a few things, and I’ve relieved a lot of stress that had been building up. Glad to be back in the fold again!
I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s coming up for 2019. I have two books on the schedule: In My Blue World should be dropping (hopefully) by February or so, and the Apartment Complex (still no title yet??) by the summer. After that…? Good question. I actually have no novel plans on the back burner. Even Mendaihu Universe Book 4 has been put aside for the moment (primarily because I don’t have much of a focus on it at all). I’ve had a good run since 2015 when I dropped A Division of Souls on y’all. Two further books in the Bridgetown Trilogy, and three more in quick succession over the last few years. Six books completed and readied for release in four years. That’s not bad at all.
But what about 2019? I have no novels, no projects on the boards. No ideas that are currently grabbing my attention. It’s the weirdest feeling, actually. It’s definitely not the same as the dry years of 2006-2009, frustrated the need to write and held back by lack of words and ideas. No, this time it’s different. It definitely feels like a well-earned vacation.
Which means that 2019 will be focusing on the personal. Things that I’ve delayed for far too long. Sure, I’ll still write. I’ll still blog. But I think I’m going to take a break from keeping it set at 10 all the time. My old habits and processes work just fine for me, but a lot of them I just don’t need anymore.
Read new books. Learn new creative abilities. Get rid of old habits. See the world in different ways. Become a part of something new. Look forward. Change.
No idea how it will all turn out, but I think it’s about damn time.
I hate to do fly-bys, but sometimes it’s gotta happen. I’ve got quite a bit on my plate this month so I’m going to take a week or so off from blogging so I can keep everything under control. *sigh* You’d think I’d remember by now that Novembers are stupidly busy for me.
A. and I had a conversation over dinner the other day about adjusting to life’s changes. She’s currently between jobs and she might be, as she says, “catching up on years of lost sleep”, but she’s not wasting time at all. She’s been brushing up on her skills by taking various online courses, and she’s also currently taking part in NaNoWriMo, writing a mystery novel. We’re both relatively comfortable financially at the moment where she can afford to take some time off and readjust to real life.
This got me thinking as well, because we both understand what it means not to have a job, and especially what it means to live paycheck to paycheck. So many things we’ve put off for one reason or another, whether it be financial or emotional or whatever. I always found this deeply depressing and intensely aggravating, to be honest. Since I was a kid I’d always wanted to be a writer, an artist, and a musician — not one or the other, but all three — but it was hard for me to focus on all of them. They all demand countless hours of practice, knowledge, and labor that a person already working full time may not have time for. This is precisely why it took me until my forties to become a self-published author, and to a lesser extent, why it took me until my forties to dedicate some daily practice time for my music playing. And why, alas, I have never had enough time to focus on art.
I’d said to her that I was both impressed and maybe a little jealous that she now had this time to catch up on all the things she hadn’t been able to do. I would absolutely love to be able to not think about Day Job stress and simply focus on learning the ins and outs of things I’d love to do. I would love to take art classes again — something I haven’t done since high school. I would love to learn how to record multi-track song demos in Spare Oom. I would also love to improve my writing without having to carve out whatever precious time I might have for it.
[Mind you, this is also why I am always angered by those who view the arts as frivolous and not worth federal funds or adequate payment for delivered goods. But that’s another post entirely.]
So what’s happening right now is that I’ve been doing some deep thinking about this. I’ve been contemplating changing up the Day Job for some time, as you already know, and with that change comes the adjustment of other things in my life. This is a perfect time for me to start making a stronger effort to include those ‘extracurricular activities’ in my daily life instead of keeping them at the level of wishful thinking.
As much as I deeply enjoyed working from home full time, alas I will have to give it up in the near future. The most frustrating thing about this is that it was not my decision, but that of higher-ups at my current job. [Long story short, they’ve decided to phase out remote working to ‘foster teamwork, social connection,’ blah blah blah. My teammates are equally as frustrated by this decision.] There are other things at play that are putting my job at risk as well, which is only adding to my frustration.
Which means that this long and extremely fruitful era of writing session scheduling is coming to an end for now. I’d be lying if I said this didn’t upset and annoy me to some degree. I got a hell of a lot done over the years in the pockets of time I was able to use, and not having to deal with a commute.
All that said, I’m taking this in the best possible way I can by adjusting accordingly. Should I start bringing my tablet along to work on things during breaks and lunches? Should I bring books to read for the bus ride? [I plan on sticking in San Francisco and taking public transportation, thank you.] Can I squeeze in trips to the gym after work? What amount of work can I get done, and how?
I’m willing to make adjustments when and where I can. It’ll be just like when I left the warehouse job and moved down to New Jersey; I’ll lose what’s been one of the best arrangements for me to balance work and writing. I can figure it out somehow.
But I ain’t gonna stop writing anytime soon, that’s for sure.