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Sep. 4th, 2005 06:50 pmHow odd that I am tired. I had a very solid case of insomnia last night (I got maybe ten minutes sleep, in all).
I taught for three hours today. Yummy class - love teaching Medieval magic, love teaching writers, so teaching writers medieval magic was good stuff. One solitary historical fiction writer and nine fantasy writers, which was a curious mix, but easier to teach than a NF/fiction writer mix. I got to explain my superhero magic theory and my real magic theory, and teach people to diminish demons and identify fairies and do all the things I promised. I even snuck the Toledoth Yeshua in, which was very wicked of me.
Alas for missing a Conflux meeting, but truly, it was worth it for such a fun class. And because the meeting was in Civic Kylie kindly gave me a lift in both directions. Which was just as well, because my legs keep telling me I haven't slept. Also thanks to Kylie I have four boxes off my floor and onto Stu's and can now get into all my cupboards again.
The oddest thing of the day was probably a mistake, but I am going to pretend it isn't a mistake because I so want it to happen. I think I might have got a piece accepted within eight hours of emailing it. Watch this space. I am so tired I probably misread the response.
I need sleep. I worked out I have three reviews, three essays, one academic article and a book on my plate. More than one book, but I want to finish this new work in progress and get it out of my system so revising earlier work is on hold for a bit (which won't hurt - distance sharpens the critical eye)- I don't like it when novels sneak up on me like that, so I want it *done*. Anyway, it all has to be finished by Jewish New Year because I *know* that other things will emerge. I am in low money, no teaching zone till October, so this is my big chance to get writing. I am actually very happy with this situation. I could change all the deadlines if I wanted, but I like the idea of a solid workload. This is where I look down at my toes sheepishly. There is a reason I get sick from overwork - I just totally adore deadlines.
I taught for three hours today. Yummy class - love teaching Medieval magic, love teaching writers, so teaching writers medieval magic was good stuff. One solitary historical fiction writer and nine fantasy writers, which was a curious mix, but easier to teach than a NF/fiction writer mix. I got to explain my superhero magic theory and my real magic theory, and teach people to diminish demons and identify fairies and do all the things I promised. I even snuck the Toledoth Yeshua in, which was very wicked of me.
Alas for missing a Conflux meeting, but truly, it was worth it for such a fun class. And because the meeting was in Civic Kylie kindly gave me a lift in both directions. Which was just as well, because my legs keep telling me I haven't slept. Also thanks to Kylie I have four boxes off my floor and onto Stu's and can now get into all my cupboards again.
The oddest thing of the day was probably a mistake, but I am going to pretend it isn't a mistake because I so want it to happen. I think I might have got a piece accepted within eight hours of emailing it. Watch this space. I am so tired I probably misread the response.
I need sleep. I worked out I have three reviews, three essays, one academic article and a book on my plate. More than one book, but I want to finish this new work in progress and get it out of my system so revising earlier work is on hold for a bit (which won't hurt - distance sharpens the critical eye)- I don't like it when novels sneak up on me like that, so I want it *done*. Anyway, it all has to be finished by Jewish New Year because I *know* that other things will emerge. I am in low money, no teaching zone till October, so this is my big chance to get writing. I am actually very happy with this situation. I could change all the deadlines if I wanted, but I like the idea of a solid workload. This is where I look down at my toes sheepishly. There is a reason I get sick from overwork - I just totally adore deadlines.