I was right, I didn’t want to go back to work today. I probably won’t want to go back tomorrow, either. Sigh.
I have a mental list of writing projects I want to pursue. I should probably put this list down on paper, but it’s intimidating. It involves keeping a lot of balls in the air (no smart remarks, thank you very much) and being very disciplined. Who, me? Okay, so I can be disciplined when I need to be. I’m still inherently lazy.
Funny thing is, staying where I am, in the job I’ve been doing while making the occasional writing sale, is easy compared to the list of goals I have in my head.
I guess I’m getting tired of easy.
I may possibly have another story sale to report soon. This is a submission, that dates back to last year. At the time, the editor didn’t think my story fit that particular anthology but asked to hold it for an upcoming anthology. She has been very good about staying in contact and letting me know my story is still under consideration. Now I’m waiting for the final word.
I was thinking about this particular story because I had made a note in my submissions file that I should be getting a contract for it this month. That wasn’t me being optimistic, I was going by what the editor said and her enthusiasm for my writing. As I haven’t resubmitted the story elsewhere out of consideration for the editor, I’m hoping she still wants it. There are no guarantees, as I keep reminding myself.
The solution to waiting for editors is, of course, making more submissions. I’m certainly getting better about that in recent months. Not as good as I should be or even as good as I was four or five years ago, but better than I have been in recent years. It’s a comfortable (and comforting) pattern, the writing-submitting-writing some more, while waiting for responses. There is always a chance good luck will come in the next e-mail or phone call. Nice surprises, like my recent multiple sales.
Despite the frustration and self-doubt and anticipation of rejection, making the sale is always, always worth the wait.
It’s official. It’s going to be a Kerry-Edwards Democratic ticket. I think McCain would have had more of an edge and attracted a slightly wider demographic, but Edwards will do just fine. He has boyish good looks (though I think he makes Kerry look older than he is), he’s from the South and he has a cute little family. And for those who are more concerned about his politics than his looks, his track record is pretty good. I’m not sure he’s going to change anyone’s mind about whom to vote for, but he’s benign enough (and healthy and young enough) not to hurt Kerry’s chances and doesn’t seem to have made a lot of enemies (which might have been McCain’s major weakness).
Another gentle reminder to those who haven’t yet registered to vote: don’t make me come after you.
Because Jay is home, I’m taking massive time off from work. Okay, not so massive, but it feels like a lot because I’ve strategically my chosen vacation days so I have several days off in a row with a minimum of vacation time used. I am cunning that way. I also don’t have that many vacation days (and even fewer sick days, but we won’t discuss that).
So. Time off. Joy. Happiness. A very light work schedule in July. Again, joy and happiness. Of course, the days I’m actually at work are chock-full of chaos and insanity and screaming children, but that does seem to make the time pass ever so much faster (which is also nice since my bestest wasting-work-time-discussing-life friend has abandoned me to go play cops and robbers). Of course, time off means… yeah, you know what it means. It means I don’t want to go back to work. Ever.
Sigh…
And yes, in case you were wondering, I still have insomnia. I am convinced that one of these days I’m simply going to fall down mid-stride and sleep for twelve hours. Hopefully I won’t break anything.
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