It's a quarter of three here, and since that last post I have finished and submitted that manual, eaten lunch, put a couple of miles on the treadmill and had a shower. I feel pretty justified in sitting on my ass for the rest of the day.
Not that it's likely to happen.
mortaine and I are supposed to go shopping after work, and then I have plenty to do once I get home. Like...kissing on my family, which I could spend hours doing. They're just so smoochilicious.
I'm still a little torn, though. I was talking topirateguillermo after the reading I did on Friday. It was really well-received, and I felt about it the way I've felt about other readings: my stuff is as good as any of this, and better than a lot of it. He said that if he were me, he would be frustrated because my stuff is better than a lot of other readers who were already published and my stuff isn't published yet.
That's not why I'm frustrated. I know exactly why it isn't published. It's because there just aren't enough hours in the day for me to earn a living, take care of my family, take care of myself and finish this novel by the end of the week. It's slow going, and I always feel criminally self-indulgent when I'm writing and neglecting other things.
I'm not sure what to do about this.
Not that it's likely to happen.
mortaine and I are supposed to go shopping after work, and then I have plenty to do once I get home. Like...kissing on my family, which I could spend hours doing. They're just so smoochilicious. I'm still a little torn, though. I was talking to
pirateguillermo after the reading I did on Friday. It was really well-received, and I felt about it the way I've felt about other readings: my stuff is as good as any of this, and better than a lot of it. He said that if he were me, he would be frustrated because my stuff is better than a lot of other readers who were already published and my stuff isn't published yet. That's not why I'm frustrated. I know exactly why it isn't published. It's because there just aren't enough hours in the day for me to earn a living, take care of my family, take care of myself and finish this novel by the end of the week. It's slow going, and I always feel criminally self-indulgent when I'm writing and neglecting other things.
I'm not sure what to do about this.
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First, my fantasy is even more detailed than yours. My fantasy involves renting a two- or three bedroom house with several other writers and dividing it up into offices, sharing the space with the other writers. Each writer would have a bedroom/office, the living room would house the communal copier, fax machine and filing cabinets, and the dining room would be the domain of the shared assistant that we all chip in to hire.
I don't believe for a minute that I have enough stuff to employ a whole person, but I certainly have enough stuff to employ a third of a person. But only if it includes stuff like making my kids' dentist appointments and taking phone calls from my ex.
Two:
I know you're up in the city now and there are probably plenty of these sorts of venues there, but seriously, it's been so good for me, and I firmly believe that it would be great for everyone involved.