Phew. It has been a crazy couple of weeks. (That always seems to be the case towards the end of summer!)
I finished up the Clarion West Write-a-thon. Many thanks to everyone who donated. Here’s how it went: I sent off six short stories to various markets and I’m still waiting to hear back on all of them. I got a shit-ton of work done on Strange Essence, I’m finishing up chapter eighteen tonight and then it’s on to nineteen and twenty and then this final (?) draft is done.
For all intents and purposes, I took a week off of writing when I visited my family in Chicago. The bookstore sent me for a one-day workshop and the rest of the time I was slave to my two-and-a-half-year-old nephew.
I really have no idea how anyone with kids manages to get anything done. I tried to do some writing after he went to bed, but I was so fried that I started dozing in front of the computer. I failed to come up with much workable material. And then, instead of writing during my flights, I read and napped.
The obsessive-compulsive in me is looking forward to the predictable monotony of my daily routines and the writer in me is looking forward to finally finishing this novel so I can shop it around and start something new.