Today is post 1,950, which means I’m fifty posts away from the magical post that is number two thousand. I know two of those posts will be television recaps, both done tomorrow and next Friday. That means I have forty-eight original posts to do between now and–according to calculations–Wednesday, July 27, 2016, which is when Post 2,000 should go down.
There’s a problem, however: I’m bored.
I know: boo hoo, right? I know what a few of you are thinking: “If you need something to do, I know what will keep you busy!” Yeah, ha ha, I know what that something is. However, here’s the problem: I’m trying real hard not to do that thing. For once I put myself on that path, I know I’m going to spend the next year–or, more likely based upon past experience, about four hundred and fifty days–doing that thing I do.
And that really bothers me.
Allow me to explain:
I was going over time lines last night–yes, I do this when I’m in the mood because I like to keep things nice and neat. And while going over said time line I noticed one thing: I still have a lot to fill in for the last two novels. Yes, I know what the kids are going to do, but only in broad strokes, but I hate to be in a position where I launch into something and I don’t really know where I’m going.
In a way I do know where it’s going: in fact, I added something to the time line last night that I’ve meant to do for a while, but I’ve been a bit lazy about getting into place. Yes, sometimes that happens. Really, it happens a lot. I mean, when you have as many things going on as I, then you find yourself falling behind on a few things. Or a lot of them. Well, not a lot, but you know what I mean.
It’s the damnedest thing, this creativity business. You spend the better part of a few years working on a couple of projects, and when you get close to the end of those projects you want nothing more than to get them put aside so you can take a well-deserved rest. Then you start resting and . . . the first thing you want to do is get back into doing something new, which is the wrong thing to do.
I know what I should do, and I’m going to get into that tonight: I need to begin editing A For Advanced. It needs it and bad. Can’t say I’m going to publish it if it looks a mess, and I don’t want that. So, new goal: get to editing. Even though it’s a pain in the ass, get it done. At least that will take up the summer and allow me to revisit stuff I wrote–well, now, it’s been close to three years now.
That wasn’t so hard to figure out. Maybe I should get bored more often.