Monogomy and Writing
Sep. 20th, 2007 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseI'm still working on the M/M slash. Actually, as I was pulling up to the house after having volunteered in Mason's classroom for a few minutes this morning, I think I may actually turn this piece into a longer (two part? more?) saga. Why? Beause, well, Morningstar is awfully mean to our dear Mouse and I think I might want to have a hurt/comfort part two (partly to redeem myself, as well)... with more on the lovin' and less on the sex. I'm thinking about a Mouse/Jibril combo for that second part.
The problem is, I'm going to have to write this pretty fast, because I'm not allowing myself too much longer than the end of this week for this project. I would HATE to "loose my job" because I'd rather be writing slash in my own universe... and I really haven't written more than a few pages of DEAD IF I DO.
My priorites are so screwed up.
I'm sure the advice I'll get from y'all is that I should write on my contracted stuff first and then write my smut. But, you see, I already KNOW I should do that. I willfully ignore the responsible voice in my head. I think, though, I'm learning something interesting about myself. That is, I'm not sure I could ever really pull of two novels in a year, if they both weren't contracted. I tend to be very monogamus with whatever project I've started. I'm not very polyamorous with my writing. I seem to be only able focus on one thing at a time, and I give whatever it is 100% of my attention. If I were to try the two books a year gig, I'd really have to plan out a way to write one at a time -- you know, one in the first six month, another in the last.
See, kids, slash teaches you important life lessons after all.
Oh, and Mason is really continuing to do well in school. It was neat to get even a glimpse at his life in pre-K, while I was stuffing Thrusday folders for Mrs. R. I told her that Mason would be distracted by my presence, so she set up a table for me in the hall. However, I was JUST outside the door, so it was easy to peep in and see what everyone was up to. I was astounded by how quiet and orderly everyone was. Having taught kids a bit older than this (6 - 10 year olds), I was expecting the usual chaos. Either Mrs. R has her hands on the Stepford formula, or the kids have a lot of respect for her. I suspect it's the later, which only just makes it all the more amazing.
According to Shawn, Mason said last night that if grandma and grandpa couldn't make it up for his birthday next year, he'd really like to invite two of the boys from his class. My heart warmed to hear that. Pre-K is doing precisely what we hoped, which is giving Mason a chance to learn how to socialize and make friends. I didn't hear the conversation because Shawn knocked me out with some fabulous drugs (Comtrex PM) and I slept from about 4:30 pm until Mason woke us all up this morning at about quarter to six. My cold is much better, actually -- *knocking on wood*
I also wanted to note the funny sign I saw yesterday. There's this abandoned, fenced off field I pass on the way into Mason's school on Dale. People have put up the usual signs for political candidates and various ads (especially, for some reason, gun classes for women.) Anyway, among all of these posters was one that read, "Please Accept Jesus." For some reason, my mind instantly responded, "I'm sorry we only take Mastercard and Visa."
The problem is, I'm going to have to write this pretty fast, because I'm not allowing myself too much longer than the end of this week for this project. I would HATE to "loose my job" because I'd rather be writing slash in my own universe... and I really haven't written more than a few pages of DEAD IF I DO.
My priorites are so screwed up.
I'm sure the advice I'll get from y'all is that I should write on my contracted stuff first and then write my smut. But, you see, I already KNOW I should do that. I willfully ignore the responsible voice in my head. I think, though, I'm learning something interesting about myself. That is, I'm not sure I could ever really pull of two novels in a year, if they both weren't contracted. I tend to be very monogamus with whatever project I've started. I'm not very polyamorous with my writing. I seem to be only able focus on one thing at a time, and I give whatever it is 100% of my attention. If I were to try the two books a year gig, I'd really have to plan out a way to write one at a time -- you know, one in the first six month, another in the last.
See, kids, slash teaches you important life lessons after all.
Oh, and Mason is really continuing to do well in school. It was neat to get even a glimpse at his life in pre-K, while I was stuffing Thrusday folders for Mrs. R. I told her that Mason would be distracted by my presence, so she set up a table for me in the hall. However, I was JUST outside the door, so it was easy to peep in and see what everyone was up to. I was astounded by how quiet and orderly everyone was. Having taught kids a bit older than this (6 - 10 year olds), I was expecting the usual chaos. Either Mrs. R has her hands on the Stepford formula, or the kids have a lot of respect for her. I suspect it's the later, which only just makes it all the more amazing.
According to Shawn, Mason said last night that if grandma and grandpa couldn't make it up for his birthday next year, he'd really like to invite two of the boys from his class. My heart warmed to hear that. Pre-K is doing precisely what we hoped, which is giving Mason a chance to learn how to socialize and make friends. I didn't hear the conversation because Shawn knocked me out with some fabulous drugs (Comtrex PM) and I slept from about 4:30 pm until Mason woke us all up this morning at about quarter to six. My cold is much better, actually -- *knocking on wood*
I also wanted to note the funny sign I saw yesterday. There's this abandoned, fenced off field I pass on the way into Mason's school on Dale. People have put up the usual signs for political candidates and various ads (especially, for some reason, gun classes for women.) Anyway, among all of these posters was one that read, "Please Accept Jesus." For some reason, my mind instantly responded, "I'm sorry we only take Mastercard and Visa."
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Date: 2007-09-21 03:31 am (UTC)I have an open relationship with my second novel. I'm writing one book, pimping another, and having flings with short stories and fanfic. Novel #2 knows I love it best, though.