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Jan. 20th, 2011 10:36 amIt's Thursday, which is my busy day. I just finished the dishes, and pretty soon I'll have to tackle the fish tanks. Then, it will be off to Mason's school to volunteer. After that, if I have any energy, I hope to go work out, as I've had to miss kuk sool wan one night this week. Ah, the glamourous life of a writer, eh?
Speaking of writing work, I finished going through the page proofs for RESURRECTION CODE over the weekend, and I should probably look through ALMOST FINAL CURTAIN before the deadline. Sometimes I have a really hard time looking at my own writing, especially after it's all typeset for printing. There's something so permanent that makes it sort of scary, you know? There's really not a lot you can do at the page proof stage either. There are plenty of opportunities for major change prior to that, but by the time you see page proofs, the publisher really only wants to you to scan for typos.
So, I've been dragging my heels a bit on the last one. RESURRECTION CODE was more fun, actually. There are some scenes in that book that I'm actually quite proud of and are fun to re-read. Even though enjoying my own work also makes me feel weird, but in a completely different way.
I had a great night last night watching TV. I know. I should have been writing (I realized the other day that I only have a couple more months to finish ALMOST EVERYTHING, the 3rd Ana book's current title.) But PBS was showing a NOVA episode about going to Mars. Watching that got me all excited for space, you know? I felt ready to write science fiction. Plasma engines! Deep space travel! Solar sails! Freeze-dried food!
But I'm tired today. I probably won't go to Mars, especially since I spent most of last night trying to get there in my dreams. I tired, too, because my sleep is still interrupted most nights by one of two things: my cats Inky, our talker, likes to wake me up around 5 am to feed him. I have accidentally trained him to do this, because I can't figure out how else to shut him up, and he will literally stand by the bed and cry LOUDLY until I get up.
Or, my son. Mason, like a lot of kids his age, has the ocassional nightmare, and he'll call out for snuggles. But, he will also call out when he kicks the blankets off and gets cold. Sometimes, I think he even calls for me when he's dreaming. But, it wakes me up, and I go.
I was up three times last night. Now I just want to go face down and forget everything I'm supposed to do.
Speaking of writing work, I finished going through the page proofs for RESURRECTION CODE over the weekend, and I should probably look through ALMOST FINAL CURTAIN before the deadline. Sometimes I have a really hard time looking at my own writing, especially after it's all typeset for printing. There's something so permanent that makes it sort of scary, you know? There's really not a lot you can do at the page proof stage either. There are plenty of opportunities for major change prior to that, but by the time you see page proofs, the publisher really only wants to you to scan for typos.
So, I've been dragging my heels a bit on the last one. RESURRECTION CODE was more fun, actually. There are some scenes in that book that I'm actually quite proud of and are fun to re-read. Even though enjoying my own work also makes me feel weird, but in a completely different way.
I had a great night last night watching TV. I know. I should have been writing (I realized the other day that I only have a couple more months to finish ALMOST EVERYTHING, the 3rd Ana book's current title.) But PBS was showing a NOVA episode about going to Mars. Watching that got me all excited for space, you know? I felt ready to write science fiction. Plasma engines! Deep space travel! Solar sails! Freeze-dried food!
But I'm tired today. I probably won't go to Mars, especially since I spent most of last night trying to get there in my dreams. I tired, too, because my sleep is still interrupted most nights by one of two things: my cats Inky, our talker, likes to wake me up around 5 am to feed him. I have accidentally trained him to do this, because I can't figure out how else to shut him up, and he will literally stand by the bed and cry LOUDLY until I get up.
Or, my son. Mason, like a lot of kids his age, has the ocassional nightmare, and he'll call out for snuggles. But, he will also call out when he kicks the blankets off and gets cold. Sometimes, I think he even calls for me when he's dreaming. But, it wakes me up, and I go.
I was up three times last night. Now I just want to go face down and forget everything I'm supposed to do.
