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Because I Damn Well Want To, That's Why
Jan. 5th, 2022 09:27 amStill getting up early, though today that means 8:00 AM, to get Cal ready for a prospective 10:00 AM remote learning version of his usual class. We surpassed 18,000 cases a day sometime on...Sunday, I think, so the government finally got a clue and decided that in-person school attendance might not be the best idea, at least until the 17th. Things change fast, in Ontario.
The plan is to keep working nonetheless, on my own computer, while Cal does his thang nearby on his iPad. I don't see why that shouldn't be possible. The good part is that Cal definitely seems to be looking forward to it, as opposed to when we first started this whole rigamarole--he got into his uniform, ate breakfast, jigged frantically for an hour while singing various favourite songs, then even shaved his moustache and chin with Steve's electric razor. Now he's doing some weird commercial version of "Flashdance," as sung by a dude self-taping on a JVC camcorder. When is it from? This is YouTube, so who knows.
As I often do when the year turns, I've been taking stock of the stuff on my desktop, which is how I discovered I had at least thirty-eight completed/published stories that hadn't yet been released in collections. (Actually more like forty, I guess, since I later discovered I'd skipped two.) A few of them had made it into This Is Not For You And Others, the collection La Biblioteca de Carfax released in Spanish last year, which I think explains my confusion. So I contacted [venue] and pitched a whole new collection, maybe to be called Blood From The Air, which would mean I miiiight end up looking at two new collections(!) coming out in 2022. The relative success of In That Endlessness... does seem like something worth building on, considering how long I've been chugging away at this shit. And maybe it'll keep me fresh long enough to actually make inroads into writing some novels/novellas this year, stuff I can sell or place as I go.
Strategy! That's the name of the game.
In other news, I finished my re-read of Delirium's Mistress, a Christmas present from Steve, and am now going on to Night's Sorceries. The experience really reminded me how both Tanith Lee and Graham Masterton (whose stuff I am also back on, as part of trying to clear the books on my phone off my To Read list) really are the patron saints of "because I damn well want to, that's why." As I said on Twitter:
Lee: The palace-temple of Azhriaz has nine jewelled sections, and I'm going to describe them all, in detail. Masterton: I'm gonna make people have freaky, gut-rending sex with a tree-man, and none of you can stop me.
They high-five and move past each other, in opposite directions. I stand there staring, in sheer admiration. Then I pop out my laptop, and start to write.
The plan is to keep working nonetheless, on my own computer, while Cal does his thang nearby on his iPad. I don't see why that shouldn't be possible. The good part is that Cal definitely seems to be looking forward to it, as opposed to when we first started this whole rigamarole--he got into his uniform, ate breakfast, jigged frantically for an hour while singing various favourite songs, then even shaved his moustache and chin with Steve's electric razor. Now he's doing some weird commercial version of "Flashdance," as sung by a dude self-taping on a JVC camcorder. When is it from? This is YouTube, so who knows.
As I often do when the year turns, I've been taking stock of the stuff on my desktop, which is how I discovered I had at least thirty-eight completed/published stories that hadn't yet been released in collections. (Actually more like forty, I guess, since I later discovered I'd skipped two.) A few of them had made it into This Is Not For You And Others, the collection La Biblioteca de Carfax released in Spanish last year, which I think explains my confusion. So I contacted [venue] and pitched a whole new collection, maybe to be called Blood From The Air, which would mean I miiiight end up looking at two new collections(!) coming out in 2022. The relative success of In That Endlessness... does seem like something worth building on, considering how long I've been chugging away at this shit. And maybe it'll keep me fresh long enough to actually make inroads into writing some novels/novellas this year, stuff I can sell or place as I go.
Strategy! That's the name of the game.
In other news, I finished my re-read of Delirium's Mistress, a Christmas present from Steve, and am now going on to Night's Sorceries. The experience really reminded me how both Tanith Lee and Graham Masterton (whose stuff I am also back on, as part of trying to clear the books on my phone off my To Read list) really are the patron saints of "because I damn well want to, that's why." As I said on Twitter:
Lee: The palace-temple of Azhriaz has nine jewelled sections, and I'm going to describe them all, in detail. Masterton: I'm gonna make people have freaky, gut-rending sex with a tree-man, and none of you can stop me.
They high-five and move past each other, in opposite directions. I stand there staring, in sheer admiration. Then I pop out my laptop, and start to write.
