Yes, it’s that time again, kiddies. This is the point where I find myself taking on way too much stuff, and spending my weekends writing like a madperson.
Allow me to explain.
My story Replacements—which I’m writing on another blog, but you can see the latest entry here—is going well. It’s one of the few I’ve tried where I sit down and just write. Well, for me, “just write” is a bit of a misnomer, because I’m thinking about where I’m going with it, and I’ve already figured out the ending. I think. We’ll see.
It’s actually fun to write, because I don’t feel any pressure to get this done—other than the deadlines I’ve had imposed upon getting each chapter posted. Other than that, there’s no pressure, because I don’t know if I’ll ever publish this. Oh, well: who am I kidding? This would be a good one for a quick self publishing book. It might even be short enough to be considered a—gasp!—short story. I don’t know; I haven’t checked the word count. That’s how little I’m worrying. I’m only writing here, folks.
There is an issue, however: I did say I’d have my normal Monday entry in on time, which means I gotta boogie this weekend to get it written.
Then there’s the blog. I’ve been getting the entries out a little late these days. Not late as in, “I’m doing Monday’s on Wednesday,” but late as in, “Rather than write at five in the morning, I’d working at one in the afternoon.” This was how I used to do it, last year, when I started blogging. Then I decided I’d write first thing in the morning. Why? Because I was up, and I’m a bit crazy.
These days I’m mucho tired in the mornings. I’m trying to catch up on my sleep, and while that is happening slowly, and I’m starting to feel less worn out during the day, it does mean I’m not rising and shining early enough to whip out my posts as I have done most of this year.
It feels as if I have more energy in the afternoon, and that means I can write with a bit more speed than I was showing during my early morning sojourns. There is always the matter of what I’m going to write, but that’s an issue every write faces, and the time of day plays a small part of what you want to say.
Unless you’re brain dead; then it’s a problem.
Also . . . article time! Not only am I on a blog tour, and writing a blog, and writing a story, but I promised someone I’d get them an article this week. What on? Hummm. I had an idea a few weeks ago, but now I’m thinking of something else that ties in with something I was dreaming up last night . . .
What will I write? There’s a third option that I came up with this morning, and I might give that a shot, but—
Hell, I don’t know. I’ll figure it out tomorrow, once I’ve had a chance to get out of work, and drive home, and relax, and sleep.
You know: when I get to my writing.