This 'n' That
Jan. 27th, 2021 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustThe count thus far: Two stories written, two stories accepted, and now I'm banging away on the third, which (all things beings equal) might possibly end up somewhere in Nightcrawling, the way "The Mermaid of the Concrete Ocean" ended up in Caitlin R. Kiernan's The Drowning Girl. Which will make the second time I've poached on her territory, I guess, but I really do consider TDG and The Red Tree two of the best templates for a fake memoir horror novel I've ever come across, so I don't feel too bad about that. Hopefully my voice is different enough that it speaks for itself (ha ha).
Anyhow, so. It blew fierce snow pretty much all day yesterday, and the results are still around, though the sky is bright. And today I have an interview at 2:00 PM, with Neil McRobert, for the Talking Scared podcast. In That Endlessness, Our End is almost out, which means I'm accepting as much stuff as comes my way in terms of promotional opportunity--interviews, essays, interaction with reviewers, etc. Again, back to "normal." It's good and it's not. I'm always balancing it with thinking about how much time doing various stuff takes me away from Cal, or from Mom (who's got a lot of bad stuff going on with her teeth that's thankfully caused her to step back from her duties at PAL, but still can't quite disassociate herself from all the duhRAMA produced by various older actor types under her former watch). Every day it's something, and the something is almost always emotionally trying in some way, which I feel unqualified to deal with at the best of times.
I'm back in stride now. I don't want to lose it. I need to work, to write. This is all pretty self-explanatory, but I absolutely need to keep reminding myself, because it's important, the same way I need to keep reminding myself that I should do my journalling here again rather than in the journal I've been carrying around with me IRL. The same way I need to remind myself to print out all those goddamn contracts and send them to people who owe me money so I can GET said money, as opposed to just sticking word next to word next to word.
But ah, the words are so pretty, and they're finally coming again, and I feel alive. I'm glad for that.
Anyhow, so. It blew fierce snow pretty much all day yesterday, and the results are still around, though the sky is bright. And today I have an interview at 2:00 PM, with Neil McRobert, for the Talking Scared podcast. In That Endlessness, Our End is almost out, which means I'm accepting as much stuff as comes my way in terms of promotional opportunity--interviews, essays, interaction with reviewers, etc. Again, back to "normal." It's good and it's not. I'm always balancing it with thinking about how much time doing various stuff takes me away from Cal, or from Mom (who's got a lot of bad stuff going on with her teeth that's thankfully caused her to step back from her duties at PAL, but still can't quite disassociate herself from all the duhRAMA produced by various older actor types under her former watch). Every day it's something, and the something is almost always emotionally trying in some way, which I feel unqualified to deal with at the best of times.
I'm back in stride now. I don't want to lose it. I need to work, to write. This is all pretty self-explanatory, but I absolutely need to keep reminding myself, because it's important, the same way I need to keep reminding myself that I should do my journalling here again rather than in the journal I've been carrying around with me IRL. The same way I need to remind myself to print out all those goddamn contracts and send them to people who owe me money so I can GET said money, as opposed to just sticking word next to word next to word.
But ah, the words are so pretty, and they're finally coming again, and I feel alive. I'm glad for that.
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Date: 2021-01-27 07:03 pm (UTC)I like these statements.