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Jun. 7th, 2018 10:55 amFocus is increasingly difficult today. I keep running into agitating things, some of them good (I figured out my Camp Nano project!) and some of them half-bad but long-term-good (Teamers are striking unless UPS negotiates non-punitive contracts with them oh goodie.) and some of them just frankly awful (everything to do with the Yam Sham.) As always I have a pile of work to do although I'm not behind on anything right now per se. But it's vastly annoying.
I did get a couple scenes worth of edits in today. I may go back to that, or I may do some languages and so on. I generated a few hundred words worth of content in something entirely new based on nothing, and I don't have a place to put it yet, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it at all. This is not the most helpful.
I got a rejection letter for a story I wrote during May the month of endless exhaustion and submitted. I got a notification that they were in fact still going ahead on the anthology for a story I submitted last November and then didn't hear anything back from them yet this year. So. Yay? I'm a bit wishing I had submitted the other story to the first market, but on the other hand May. The month of endless exhaustion. I have no idea when I would have gotten that written. The upshot is I need to keep writing and keep a better eye out for markets but I am inexplicably unfocused and tired today.
On the very plus side, the heat rash is slowing down and itching considerably less.
I think the rejection letter's hitting me in the brainpan in less than usual ways. Which is bollocks, because I don't have coping mechanisms for those ways. On the other hand I do have a shitload of projects to complete. I can always study my languages. I need to write a thank-you letter and then I can put that out of my head with languages, other projects, and so on for a while. Design some cover art maybe. Now that I have my Nanowrimo story I definitely need to start taking the notes on that and I think I may have refined my note-taking process so that they're more useful to me actually writing the novel and less summarizing up the nifty points of the history. Which is fine of itself, too, but not conducive to me getting anything written.
Yeah. I think it's time to go home, work languages, then get back to writing the thank you letter and doing writing work after that, or languages and physics and then writing, because otherwise my brain is going to continue collapsing in on itself. And, dammit, I got enough sleep last night. I ate regular meals. I should not be having this problem today. I don't know what it is, this has been going on for hours, it's not the rejection, it's just that my brain is steadfastly refusing to think about Stories. And for someone who writes largely because she can't stop telling Stories, this is... not optimal.
I did get a couple scenes worth of edits in today. I may go back to that, or I may do some languages and so on. I generated a few hundred words worth of content in something entirely new based on nothing, and I don't have a place to put it yet, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it at all. This is not the most helpful.
I got a rejection letter for a story I wrote during May the month of endless exhaustion and submitted. I got a notification that they were in fact still going ahead on the anthology for a story I submitted last November and then didn't hear anything back from them yet this year. So. Yay? I'm a bit wishing I had submitted the other story to the first market, but on the other hand May. The month of endless exhaustion. I have no idea when I would have gotten that written. The upshot is I need to keep writing and keep a better eye out for markets but I am inexplicably unfocused and tired today.
On the very plus side, the heat rash is slowing down and itching considerably less.
I think the rejection letter's hitting me in the brainpan in less than usual ways. Which is bollocks, because I don't have coping mechanisms for those ways. On the other hand I do have a shitload of projects to complete. I can always study my languages. I need to write a thank-you letter and then I can put that out of my head with languages, other projects, and so on for a while. Design some cover art maybe. Now that I have my Nanowrimo story I definitely need to start taking the notes on that and I think I may have refined my note-taking process so that they're more useful to me actually writing the novel and less summarizing up the nifty points of the history. Which is fine of itself, too, but not conducive to me getting anything written.
Yeah. I think it's time to go home, work languages, then get back to writing the thank you letter and doing writing work after that, or languages and physics and then writing, because otherwise my brain is going to continue collapsing in on itself. And, dammit, I got enough sleep last night. I ate regular meals. I should not be having this problem today. I don't know what it is, this has been going on for hours, it's not the rejection, it's just that my brain is steadfastly refusing to think about Stories. And for someone who writes largely because she can't stop telling Stories, this is... not optimal.