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Mar. 9th, 2010 10:14 amLast night, in a surprising twist, I heard back from my father. I'd sent him a brief email, just wanting to find out if he was okay after the massive hailstorm and flooding in Melbourne two days ago. Turns out he is, and hadn't replied because the 'Net was down. I won't say he was "chatty" per se, but he did complain about things in a very familiar way. He says he's working on a response to my letter, but it's taking him some time. I replied that to say I was looking forward to it would be overstating the case somewhat, but I'd certainly read it carefully, when it came.
In other news, I finally broke into Chapter Three of A Rope of Thorns (600+ words), and also wrote a startling 1,300+ words of notes on a revised outline for Blood from the Air. The latter is good, since it increasingly looks like I'm going to "have" to be working on two books at once this year, for reasons I can't really get into. The quote-marks around have are because in the final analysis, writing is more a joy than a chore overall--but dude, it can really feel like a chore, especially in the day-to-day grind of things. Then again, it's probably sort of meant to.
This does, however, re-alert me to the not-so-simple fact that--as I was telling Mom the other day--I have so many roughed-out projects on the go at this point, I could literally spend the next eight years of my life just writing novels, novellas and stories non-stop, without ever having to generate another original idea (except for poetry, I guess). And increasingly, I think that's also the way it's probably gonna go. Not so bad, really.
Okay: Need to fold clothes, get dressed, go pick up Cal. Maybe I can have a shower at the gym, after Combat.
In other news, I finally broke into Chapter Three of A Rope of Thorns (600+ words), and also wrote a startling 1,300+ words of notes on a revised outline for Blood from the Air. The latter is good, since it increasingly looks like I'm going to "have" to be working on two books at once this year, for reasons I can't really get into. The quote-marks around have are because in the final analysis, writing is more a joy than a chore overall--but dude, it can really feel like a chore, especially in the day-to-day grind of things. Then again, it's probably sort of meant to.
This does, however, re-alert me to the not-so-simple fact that--as I was telling Mom the other day--I have so many roughed-out projects on the go at this point, I could literally spend the next eight years of my life just writing novels, novellas and stories non-stop, without ever having to generate another original idea (except for poetry, I guess). And increasingly, I think that's also the way it's probably gonna go. Not so bad, really.
Okay: Need to fold clothes, get dressed, go pick up Cal. Maybe I can have a shower at the gym, after Combat.
