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Oct. 19th, 2006 04:15 amI am proud to say that the universe pays attention to what I say. I am, however, amused by the universe's perversity.
I say "I am in writing time and all I have to do is catch up on editing and a bit more of my review backlog before I start sending at least one manuscript out for ritual rejection." I announce "This course won't happen" and make plans for that day and lo, this course happens. This course and two others. I am suddenly teaching *heaps*. Thirty hours over two weeks, to be precise. This is quite a lot for someone who thought she had moved into non-teaching time. My neck will get its break from the computer (once I've done the course notes) and I will get to meet a bunch of interesting people who do interesting things with their lives.
I have till Monday to catch up on my backlog becuse otherwise I will create a brand new backlog and won't get writing time when I fnish teaching. The teaching is wonderful, though, and I am a happy bunny. A happy bunny with a sore neck, but a happy bunny.
Mind you, with my sudden access in understanding as to how the universe operates, I rather suspect I ought to be declaring that I don't want an agent or another publishing contract or three.
I say "I am in writing time and all I have to do is catch up on editing and a bit more of my review backlog before I start sending at least one manuscript out for ritual rejection." I announce "This course won't happen" and make plans for that day and lo, this course happens. This course and two others. I am suddenly teaching *heaps*. Thirty hours over two weeks, to be precise. This is quite a lot for someone who thought she had moved into non-teaching time. My neck will get its break from the computer (once I've done the course notes) and I will get to meet a bunch of interesting people who do interesting things with their lives.
I have till Monday to catch up on my backlog becuse otherwise I will create a brand new backlog and won't get writing time when I fnish teaching. The teaching is wonderful, though, and I am a happy bunny. A happy bunny with a sore neck, but a happy bunny.
Mind you, with my sudden access in understanding as to how the universe operates, I rather suspect I ought to be declaring that I don't want an agent or another publishing contract or three.