Here's how the planning for unpredictable days goes.

Writing Quota
No day job work: 2,000 words
Half day job work: 1,000 words
Full day job work: 500 words*

* Writing in snippets after work used to fail miserably for me. It may not anymore? Maybe I leveled up when I wasn't looking? Less floundering? I dunno.

The PlanAfter the day job, after the ( Read more... )

I do not like waiting-to-find-out. It may be one of my least favorite things ever.

I have a lot of waiting-to-find-out these days. Personal health stuff, family health stuff, major writing project stuff, minor writing project stuff....

I hates it, Precioussss!

I am not being a good patient writermonkey. I am antsy. Soon, soon Writers of the Future will announce the results for the 2nd Quarter, the one I sent a story that's reallygood to (No, it is--I promise!).

::drums fingers::

And that end-of-the-world anthology that I did get accepted into, which has had pub. deadlines pushed around--last I heard ( Read more... )

I am a big bouncing stress ball lately. I have writing deadlines on top of writing deadlines, one of which used to be self-imposed but just became outside-forces-imposed. All of these things need to get done in times ranging from "tomorrow" to "end of June." I look forward to being past these deadlines. Sure, I did one of them to myself when I ( Read more... )

I dreamed I was in an old Victorian mansion, a huge thing, that we were trying to live in, but it kept falling apart. The ceilings/floors just collapsed. A giant apple tree was in the backyard, and the ground was covered with branches and fallen fruit that I had to try and save before it went rotten.

My dream symbolism, it finds subtlety

Things to remember, things to do, things to maintain, things to help ( Read more... )

The last few weeks have been full of not-writing. Between filling in at an on-site and doing database projects, I've been working full-time+ except for our road trip to Wisconsin to visit Phil's family at Christmas. And then there were so many family events that I wasn't able to work on writing stuff--although I did manage to finish my Christmas ( Read more... )

As part of my quest to make my life not seem like a never-ending drudge through work and projects that will never truly be finished (that's the problem with being writer, photographer, and primary-house-caretaker--none of those come up with their own achievable "finished" markers), I've started picking a set of (achievable!) goals at the end of ( Read more... )

• Quick--what happy songs can you think of? Real mood-lifters.

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Having dealt with house problems and contractors all afternoon, I'm now looking forward to painful physical therapy exercises this evening. At least then I can just watch TV and not think.