Life after the book
Jun. 17th, 2005 09:57 amOn my way to work this morning, I was thinking about what I wanted to get done this weekend, and was suddenly struck by the realization that I have huge chunks of unscheduled time.
For the past several months I've been in book mode, which means on the weekends I wake up early, write until lunch time, then go out, run errands, come back, and write some more. If I went out to lunch I always took along the morning's output to read and critique. If my errands took the afternoon, then I would write after dinner.
Household chores and social obligations have both been severely neglected. My writing room has been a steadily expanding chaos field to the point where there is only a narrow path from the door to the computer, as you pick your way around (and over) the minefield of books, papers, files, office supplies, promo items, etc. As an example, there are three (or possibly four) complete drafts of THE FIRST BETRAYAL on the floor around my desk, representing the various evolutionary stages of the manuscript.
Now there are whole ranges of possibilities to explore. I could go see a movie. I could go up to Ithaca and check out venues for wining & dining the September conference guests. I could attack the weeds in the lawn, or finally dig out my summer clothes and put the winter clothes away.
Plus, of course, I have to dive into the writing room and organize that sucker. At some point I need to find the carpet again, so it can be vacuumed.
For the past several months I've been in book mode, which means on the weekends I wake up early, write until lunch time, then go out, run errands, come back, and write some more. If I went out to lunch I always took along the morning's output to read and critique. If my errands took the afternoon, then I would write after dinner.
Household chores and social obligations have both been severely neglected. My writing room has been a steadily expanding chaos field to the point where there is only a narrow path from the door to the computer, as you pick your way around (and over) the minefield of books, papers, files, office supplies, promo items, etc. As an example, there are three (or possibly four) complete drafts of THE FIRST BETRAYAL on the floor around my desk, representing the various evolutionary stages of the manuscript.
Now there are whole ranges of possibilities to explore. I could go see a movie. I could go up to Ithaca and check out venues for wining & dining the September conference guests. I could attack the weeds in the lawn, or finally dig out my summer clothes and put the winter clothes away.
Plus, of course, I have to dive into the writing room and organize that sucker. At some point I need to find the carpet again, so it can be vacuumed.