One of THOSE Weekends
You know, the type where you look back over the weekend and think to yourself, man, I could have done without this sort of thing for the rest of my life? Yeah. Like that. So I’m not my usual sunny (or at least verbally-athletic) self this morning. I did get a lot of work done, but unfortunately it was housework, not work-work. So I’m aching to get back into the swing of things, and longing to write–but I’ve got timecrunch revisions to get done, and it’s going to be a while before I can work on what I really want to work on. Publishing is so much feast-or-famine it’s not funny.
No, I’m not complaining. This amount of work makes me feel like I’ve got something to accomplish, as well as like I’m contributing to the household in some way.
So, I’ll be announcing the winners of the most recent contest on Wednesday (man, there is some GOOD short fiction in my inbox!) and I’m going to dive back into revisions this morning. A couple of days should knock off this draft, and then, I take over the world.
But first, more coffee. And GOD, but I really want to kill these characters. Right before a book achieves its final form is when I most want to strangle the protag and antagonists, as well as any bloody subplots who won’t behave. (tongue in cheek) Is violence toward your own fiction acceptable? (/tongue in cheek)
Eh, off I go. Wish me luck. And a bazooka.
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