Action is more interesting than inaction. - Accountability, dammit.

Ever since finishing the draft of Kylen at the end of February, I have had a terrible time getting refocused on writing. The rewrite is a huge project, because the book was written over years and I changed the voice, plot, and characters as I worked on it. So, even though I just did a ton of work? I have tons more to do, and it feels almost as daunting and impossible as finishing the first draft did.

There's also a lot of stuff I need to be doing that is professional but not the book itself. I am reading applications to the novel workshop I'm teaching this summer, and I have work I need to do for the Sturgeon Award anthology that the Center for the Study of Science Fiction wants to do. I also have a brutal piece of flash fiction I've been working on. And I have the Tor book I want to start. And I have other books I might or might not want to pitch that I need to think about.

Beyond this, there's the rest of my life, both happy bits and irksome. It's spring! There's climbing. There's socializing. I (reluctantly) job-hunt, because I have to for unemployment benefits. And there's always something one-off, something that can't really be scheduled around: the 'flu I caught in mid March (and I am still not quite over) and Tatsuko and traveling. Right now it's Tatsuko again, who may need to go back to the vet tomorrow, because she's not drinking much yet.

So: not writing needs to change. I need to be able to finish Kylen and organize the rest of the many things I want to write. The class and my responsibilities to the anthology need to be balanced with this. And I need to run around in the sun and feel good and climb and goof off.

papersky just started logging daily progress on her newest project. I myself did that here years ago, and I think it's probably worth doing again. So here's the skinny for the day. I did not work on Kylen, but for an hour or so, I did poke and prod a late draft on a short story. It's my first horror story in twenty years and taking a lot longer than 1500 words should, but I don't want it to be just visceral. I did some reading for the novel class.

And then I went to the locks and sat in the sun and read Cold Comfort Farm. Guess which part of the day I liked best? Loved the book, which is charming, with a perfect, surprisingly complex ending.

Tomorrow will be more disciplined. But I sure hope I don't have to take her to the vet.

eta: Sirens galore, and the local 911 reports intriguingly lists the response type as "Rescue Rope" and gives as address the corner outside my apartment. The game is afoot. eta2: I am guessing someone fell off their patio into the Sound.