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May. 20th, 2005 06:30 pmJust when I was getting bogged down in wonderment at my own body's capacity to deal with the events of ordinary life, I trip myself up.
Firstly, my year has not been quite normal. Just because they occur with great frequency does not make family crises normal. And four and a half months without income is not terribly normal either.
Secondly, I am making slow but steady (very slow, when my body decides to enter into active warfare with my wishes) progress in both my careers.
Historianishly, I have another (light) academic article out there. This means I am finally accepting that I have to occasionally send material into the world even though I totally hate being controversial and seem constitutionally incapable of being anything but.
I keep looking at that article and itching to edit it, but I do that with everything and really, it is not impossibly bad. At least I managed to avoid footnotes almost entirely.
My steady progress in the fiction world has led to another webbed piece - about the Canberra Speculative Fiction Guild. I am not sure this piece quite works, but the editor liked it and it is out there. In fact, I feel that the last bit of the piece doesn't work at all (and can see the reasons for it) but it is out there and it is too late and I need to get on with worrying about that alternate history article that I never should have written. Historians are safer *away* from articles about alternate history. If I stop worrying about it, it won't get published, then I will have nothing to worry about. Problem solved.
My real writing turns out to be not as bad as I thought either. I am further through Life through Cellophane than I expected to be. It is going to be shorter than my other novels. I still like it, too, which is rather worrying. I am not used to liking my own writing.
I need to send a few more slivers of horror into Liz's cellophane world. I was planning on feeling evil tonight and lacing horror shards through several bits of the novel but I think Saturday (teaching and shopping and Dr Who) is a big day, given my current health. This means I will be medieval till Sunday then I get to be evil. So if you want to avoid me, Sunday is the day to do it.
This means that two editors not hating my non-fiction is as good as it gets this week. And it is not a bad place to be, after all.
PS I have updated my webpage and the CSFG bibliography in case anyone is short of reading matter.
Firstly, my year has not been quite normal. Just because they occur with great frequency does not make family crises normal. And four and a half months without income is not terribly normal either.
Secondly, I am making slow but steady (very slow, when my body decides to enter into active warfare with my wishes) progress in both my careers.
Historianishly, I have another (light) academic article out there. This means I am finally accepting that I have to occasionally send material into the world even though I totally hate being controversial and seem constitutionally incapable of being anything but.
I keep looking at that article and itching to edit it, but I do that with everything and really, it is not impossibly bad. At least I managed to avoid footnotes almost entirely.
My steady progress in the fiction world has led to another webbed piece - about the Canberra Speculative Fiction Guild. I am not sure this piece quite works, but the editor liked it and it is out there. In fact, I feel that the last bit of the piece doesn't work at all (and can see the reasons for it) but it is out there and it is too late and I need to get on with worrying about that alternate history article that I never should have written. Historians are safer *away* from articles about alternate history. If I stop worrying about it, it won't get published, then I will have nothing to worry about. Problem solved.
My real writing turns out to be not as bad as I thought either. I am further through Life through Cellophane than I expected to be. It is going to be shorter than my other novels. I still like it, too, which is rather worrying. I am not used to liking my own writing.
I need to send a few more slivers of horror into Liz's cellophane world. I was planning on feeling evil tonight and lacing horror shards through several bits of the novel but I think Saturday (teaching and shopping and Dr Who) is a big day, given my current health. This means I will be medieval till Sunday then I get to be evil. So if you want to avoid me, Sunday is the day to do it.
This means that two editors not hating my non-fiction is as good as it gets this week. And it is not a bad place to be, after all.
PS I have updated my webpage and the CSFG bibliography in case anyone is short of reading matter.