You Can Rest Assured He’s Coming Back To Try Again
crossposted from Lee Edward McIlmoyle's blog
So. I had to take the day off completely yesterday, due to a lingering illness that decided it was feeling neglected. These things must be done once in a while, it seems.
So. Today, I need to get The Anvil together as best I can, even though we simply don’t have the amount of content we had last time. I see me getting what we’ve got on the pages and then discovering we have to cut back to 24 from 32 pages. Not going to lie about this; the paper won’t feel as substantial, which will signal a warning sign to readers. Maybe that’s a good thing. We didn’t get any ad sales, and, IIRC, almost half of our planned contributors didn’t come through. I even beseeched my wife to put something together, but she says she needs to feel it, which she hasn’t, since her monumental rant of a couple of weeks ago. I should have taped her and transcribed it at the time. My mistake.
So. I also want to get some writing done. The novel (The Constant Sea of Night) is languishing, and my lack of dedicated engagement with it is the key culprit. I know it’s going to be big and cool and powerful. It already is two out of the three, and it’s barely started. I just keep hitting brick walls. I am afraid to plan things out too carefully, but I’m already worried I’ve planned it too finely, and it’s just not flowing out of me as I’d hoped. First drafts are usually a doddle for me, but not this one. It knows it’s important, and it’s already behaving like a prima donna.
I’m listening to a lot of mid-to-late 70s Bowie albums that I’ve been overlooking, and they’re both better and weirder than I thought they would be. Still not hitting my top floor, but some of them, when heard in context, stand up a bit better than expected.
I think I’ll switch tracks and go with some more Saga, later today. We’ll see.
And that’s all I’ve got right now. Time to get some caffeine and maybe turn on a small lamp, because this Daylight Savings Time crap has plunked me in the dark at 7am and I keep hitting the wrong keys, even though I touch type.
Thank you for reading.
Lee.
So. I had to take the day off completely yesterday, due to a lingering illness that decided it was feeling neglected. These things must be done once in a while, it seems.
So. Today, I need to get The Anvil together as best I can, even though we simply don’t have the amount of content we had last time. I see me getting what we’ve got on the pages and then discovering we have to cut back to 24 from 32 pages. Not going to lie about this; the paper won’t feel as substantial, which will signal a warning sign to readers. Maybe that’s a good thing. We didn’t get any ad sales, and, IIRC, almost half of our planned contributors didn’t come through. I even beseeched my wife to put something together, but she says she needs to feel it, which she hasn’t, since her monumental rant of a couple of weeks ago. I should have taped her and transcribed it at the time. My mistake.
So. I also want to get some writing done. The novel (The Constant Sea of Night) is languishing, and my lack of dedicated engagement with it is the key culprit. I know it’s going to be big and cool and powerful. It already is two out of the three, and it’s barely started. I just keep hitting brick walls. I am afraid to plan things out too carefully, but I’m already worried I’ve planned it too finely, and it’s just not flowing out of me as I’d hoped. First drafts are usually a doddle for me, but not this one. It knows it’s important, and it’s already behaving like a prima donna.
I’m listening to a lot of mid-to-late 70s Bowie albums that I’ve been overlooking, and they’re both better and weirder than I thought they would be. Still not hitting my top floor, but some of them, when heard in context, stand up a bit better than expected.
I think I’ll switch tracks and go with some more Saga, later today. We’ll see.
And that’s all I’ve got right now. Time to get some caffeine and maybe turn on a small lamp, because this Daylight Savings Time crap has plunked me in the dark at 7am and I keep hitting the wrong keys, even though I touch type.
Thank you for reading.
Lee.