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Jul. 5th, 2017 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOkay so I spent... I think I spent every moment from Friday night till this morning in sort of a Must. Write. Must. Finish. fog, and I'm vaguely starting to come out of that, but hoo boy. I'm also having a cascading set of realizations, one being that I've spent so long with my head up my novel that I'm having difficulty remembering it's not my day job, and another being that I finished Turing Shrugged, I'm almost done with the second and hopefully far more cohesive draft of Malachy, I'm working on a second and much more cohesive draft of Starlight, and that leaves me with five months or so to finish either Nerd Girls or Long Road which concludes the year with four goddamn novels ready for publication what the shit.
I'm not including the anthology in this because I don't actually know what the hell is up with that or how it's going to go, first order of business is getting the final macro edit version of Malachy done and off to [redacted] and second order of business is finishing the rewrite of Starlight and then tackling Long Road, Nerd Girls, and White Lightning crap. Holy shit though.
Going back to capoeira tonight. I am so not looking forward to this after having been gone for a week and a half, but it needs to be done. Especially since it's only going to get harder the longer I'm gone and I don't think I have class this weekend. Need to double check, but I don't think I do. Which means tonight, capoeira, till next Wednesday, capoeira exercises in the mornings, yes, self, you need to, no whining or trying to get out of it. And if my goddamn lungs weren't so bad that any hint of a chest cold knocked me out I wouldn't have to be out for a week and a half grrrr. Stupid asthma.
Still having difficulty remembering that writing isn't my day job, two hours into my day job. This feels weird. I guess the plus side is if I do ever manage to transition fully into writing as a full time self-supporting job I'll be able to work it on a regular schedule. But oy.
The Fourth came and went. The fireworks started in people's yards at about 2pm and didn't fucking let up until after I passed out around midnight. The most attention the cats paid to it was lifting their heads once or twice when one got too close. I really do love having bomb-proof cats. No worrying about them, no worrying they'll escape if I go out for a walk. Hey, I even went out for a walk and then took a shower and didn't lock up Bat Cat and apparently no fights were had between him and Murdock. (Bat Cat doesn't socialize with the others very much and there's some hissing when they get too close, but so far no one but Murdock actually fights. Just a lot of PERSONAL SPACE DUDE hissing.)
I don't really see ahead to a time when we're not operating on Only Human In The House Is Asleep Lock Bat Cat In His Room principles (or if all humans are out), but I think right now for the most part the rest of the time he can probably stay out. Which means, thankfully, that as soon as I pull my head out of my immediate deadlines I can get back to cleaning and maybe plastering the office and painting and finally, FINALLY getting some damn floor to ceiling bookshelves up for my research books. I swear that would have happened two months ago if Bat Cat had been easier to integrate.
Yes, or if I hadn't picked him up in the first place but what do you take me for, not a cat person five slips away from being a cat hoarder?
I'm not including the anthology in this because I don't actually know what the hell is up with that or how it's going to go, first order of business is getting the final macro edit version of Malachy done and off to [redacted] and second order of business is finishing the rewrite of Starlight and then tackling Long Road, Nerd Girls, and White Lightning crap. Holy shit though.
Going back to capoeira tonight. I am so not looking forward to this after having been gone for a week and a half, but it needs to be done. Especially since it's only going to get harder the longer I'm gone and I don't think I have class this weekend. Need to double check, but I don't think I do. Which means tonight, capoeira, till next Wednesday, capoeira exercises in the mornings, yes, self, you need to, no whining or trying to get out of it. And if my goddamn lungs weren't so bad that any hint of a chest cold knocked me out I wouldn't have to be out for a week and a half grrrr. Stupid asthma.
Still having difficulty remembering that writing isn't my day job, two hours into my day job. This feels weird. I guess the plus side is if I do ever manage to transition fully into writing as a full time self-supporting job I'll be able to work it on a regular schedule. But oy.
The Fourth came and went. The fireworks started in people's yards at about 2pm and didn't fucking let up until after I passed out around midnight. The most attention the cats paid to it was lifting their heads once or twice when one got too close. I really do love having bomb-proof cats. No worrying about them, no worrying they'll escape if I go out for a walk. Hey, I even went out for a walk and then took a shower and didn't lock up Bat Cat and apparently no fights were had between him and Murdock. (Bat Cat doesn't socialize with the others very much and there's some hissing when they get too close, but so far no one but Murdock actually fights. Just a lot of PERSONAL SPACE DUDE hissing.)
I don't really see ahead to a time when we're not operating on Only Human In The House Is Asleep Lock Bat Cat In His Room principles (or if all humans are out), but I think right now for the most part the rest of the time he can probably stay out. Which means, thankfully, that as soon as I pull my head out of my immediate deadlines I can get back to cleaning and maybe plastering the office and painting and finally, FINALLY getting some damn floor to ceiling bookshelves up for my research books. I swear that would have happened two months ago if Bat Cat had been easier to integrate.
Yes, or if I hadn't picked him up in the first place but what do you take me for, not a cat person five slips away from being a cat hoarder?
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Date: 2017-07-06 01:12 am (UTC)I do.
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Date: 2017-07-06 02:09 pm (UTC)I mean, end-result me looks like a badass? But end-result me had to trawl through like ten years of unmedicated bipolarism, un- or under-employment, and a whole lot of doing stupid shit because no one told me any better or I didn't listen to get here.
Be YOU. Be a badass you. Weaponize your awesome. And I can help find discipline practices that work for you if you want.