School Work Sleep Exercise Flnmph.

Term one week one and I am so ded I’m not even alive anymore. Combined with a birthday party last weekend and household guests (which were super welcome!) and, of course, wanton consumption of amines and gluten over the weekend and consequential lack of sleep/insomnia… URGH.

Anyway. I AM still alive, even if restarting some sort of exercise regime this week feels like it has broken my body (aquarobics is HARD, y’all, OUCH), and words are trickling along (which, totally frustrating, because I am getting SO CLOSE to the end of this book and if I was on holidays still it would be DONE by the end of the week, URGH), and so This Is Real Life Once Again.

I hate the end of summer holidays :\

At least my classes this year all seem super sweet and lovely <3

Oh My Gosh The Last Two Weeks What The Even.

Self-indulgent post, sorry, but here we are.

You GUYS. The last two weeks have been reeeeDIKulous.

Monday: Full day of work, then 11-hour stint cake decorating (see next Monday), meaning I got to bed at 4:30am.

Tuesday: Full day of work, home for an hour to make a batch of buttercream (which takes 30 mins), then split/fill/decorate a small dietary-requirement cake to go with Monday’s epic one, then load both cakes into the car and head into town to drop them off. This took Time, and I ended up getting home around 7pm.

Wednesday: Work, then the usual rigmarole of gymnastics + swimming that sees us all home at 7.

Thursday: Work. Frantic Christmas shopping. Kid 1’s school presentation/performance/graduation night. Home at 8:30pm.

Friday: Work, but got to leave an hour early, which was nice. Additional Christmas shopping. 5-hr cake stint on two different cakes, finishing up at 1am.

Saturday: Drop off cake 1 from last night, drop off husband, head home to pack, take cake 2 to be dropped off, go meet husband and do church stuff for an hour-ish, head home to eat and finish packing, spend an hour driving out to look at a block of land, drive to Sydney. Experience Epic McDonald’s Failure for dinner, swear as a family to never eat there again unless it’s a real emergency, arrive at in-laws at 9:30pm. Kids finally asleep by 11pm. >.<

Sunday: Spent the day in Sydney doing Christmassy stuff with family, drove home (successfully avoiding a McDonald’s dinner, woo, go us), home around 9:30pm.

Monday: Morning drop-off run. 5.5 hours at home to catch up on an hour of lectures + an hour of assignments I was running behind on for some writing courses I’m doing, squeeze in a 1.5hr nap (THANK GOODNESS), pack the car to the gills with all the stuff for 2 x market stalls, go run said market stalls at the school/church Christmas Event Thing until 10pm. Packed up and home by 11.

Tuesday: Spent all morning at Kid2’s language thingo – she’s participating in a longitudinal study about childhood language acquisition and we have to go in for a few hours every 3-6 months. Kids came home and CRASHED, sleeping about 3 hrs each. Then, market round 2. But because it was the final night, SUPER pack-up, so I wasn’t home until 11:30pm.

Wednesday: Frantically deal with an editing project that had suddenly become 24-hour-turn-around-urgent. Discover the entire reason I paid to send Kid2 to daycare today for one extra day is suddenly null and void: cannot go to gym while Kid1 does gymnastics as per usual, as Kid1 has a massive temperature. >.< Skip the gym, work on edits, head to swimming with Kid2 and get home at 7, finish up edits around 11:30pm.

…Which brings us to today, and y’all, I am tired. Like, whoa. I burned the lower knuckle of my left thumb on a hot tray because I was just spacey at lunchtime. And we spent 2.5 hours out this morning socialising (which was awesome, btw) and DH & I are doing Compulsory Work Fun* tonight, so it’ll be another late night. And then tomorrow and the next night we’ll be up late also, and I just, like, wait? This was supposed to be holidays? I’m supposed to be, like, sleeping, and chilling, and remembering how to be human and stuff? Urgh.

Anyway, it’s not terrible, it’s just busy, and after this weekend I should be able to have some genuine holiday time and read some books. I’m super hoping to get through 15-20 books these hols (I’m secretly aiming for 22, but I’m not telling myself that because I’ll freak out at how impossible that is to include in my schedule 😛 For reference, I usually read about 50 books per year, so you know. Over-achieving here, much.) so next week I’ll do a quick write up of what I’ve read so far, I think, and it’s nearly time to do end-of-year wraps etc (WHOA).

Also, Patreon have just taken a MASSIVE dose of humility pie, and have publicly announced that they are NOT making the awful changes to the payment system that they have planned, and they have issued formal apologies and are just generally doing their best to be a Socially Responsible Company, so that’s pretty cool and a nice bright spot: it IS possible to be corporate AND have a soul! Who knew?! So yeah: My Patreon: Check it out 😉 I’ll probably post some bonus stuff for all patrons over the holidays (I might even write a special short story just for patrons, cause I love my patrony-people THAT MUCH), so if you’re considering it, now’s a great time to jump in for as little as $1/month.

Anyhoo. That’s about all I have brain and time for: I have another two cakes I need to get in the oven, like, NOW if they are going to be done by the time I have to go party.

Love you all, and have a happy forthcoming weekend :3 <3

A

* I didn’t say it was bad Compulsory Work Fun, FYI.

In Which I Am A Terrible Person, OR Why The Right Book Makes a Difference

(Also: Why I Decided To Publish My Own Books.)

This was supposed to be a lot more coherent that I suspect it’s going to be, because I have a throat cold* and this is the busy point in my two-week timetable and my sanity has pretty much fled, but anyway. I’m doing this blogging thing, yes I am, see me do it.

* Not sinus stuffy, just coughing and hacking and GUNK, ew, glerk.

Confession: I am a terrible person.

I mean, I’m not *actually*, not for the reason I’m talking about today, but it sounds satisfyingly melodramatic to say so, so you know.

Why am I terrible?

I am not working on Sanctuary 3. 

My original deadline was the end of the year for the content-edited book, so I could pull a late Feb/early March release, because that’s what I’ve been telling everyone. Which means I was supposed to start the draft at least 2.5 weeks ago.

Dear readers, This Was Not A Pleasant Experience.

I tried. I really did try.

I spend a week trying to scrape together an outline from the notes I’d made. I skyped the twin, who is Expert at Plotting. I made notes of all the threads I needed to tie up from books 1 and 2 (that’s them in the background of the picture below).

I had an outline – of sorts.

I had an idea – of sorts.

And then the second week, I sat down to force myself to start writing it. You want to be a writer, I reminded myself. That means actually writing. You know. Words. On pages. But it was like the proverbial blood from the proverbial stone, and it was Not Fun.

Look, I have a day job, okay? And two small businesses aside from writing. I don’t NEED writing to earn money for me, I don’t NEED to publish… So if it’s not going to be fun? Ick. Just, ick.

Also, I hadn’t written a novel in over a year, and honestly I haven’t done much writing at all this year so far, it’s mostly been formatting and editing and proofing and so much more formatting. So I was worried that maybe I’d just forgotten how to write easily, that maybe this was a Me Thing.

Then, on a whim, I opened an older novel, one that was supposed to be next in the queue after Sanctuary 3, which I’m basically rewriting from the ground up now that I am a seriously better writer than I was in 2011 (THANK GOODNESS) but which I passionately love and adore and which early readers back in the day did too. Oh, look, you can go read about it here.

So anyway, yeah, I pulled that out to *ahem* look at. And, uh, oops. I’ve written 9k on it in the last 3 days. o.O

I mean, granted, a lot of that is totally blocked out, so the shape of the action is all there for me, and I’m just adding character and voice and setting, but whoa. 9k in 3 days? Ain’t never written that much so quickly, except maybe the week I was finishing up Through Roads Between when I drafted it last year.

So: clearly the problem is not that *I* am broken, but that something with Sanctuary 3 is just not gelling yet. I’ll write it, obviously I will – it’s not a runaway best seller (AH HA HA) but I do have a tiny, encouraging core of fans for the series (*waves*) and I’m not going to leave them/you in the lurch.

Just… not yet.

I could force it, but honestly, this is one of the main reasons I decided in the end to go with indie publishing: complete flexibility. HNOT is *working* right now, by golly is it working, and Sanctuary 3 is *not*. I’d meant to point out a whole bunch of metaphors here for the fact that sometimes, when you’re trying to hard to force something in life to work, it’s a pretty good signal you’re going in the wrong direction – but I’m lacking brain and my throat’s now sore too :\ So instead, Imma wrap this up and find a handy bed to collapse into, because yay + sleep + yay. Then I’ll probably get up and write some more of HNOT, because it’s totally captured my creativity, and I don’t feel like doing much else except writing it.

And I’m going to be grateful for that, and enjoy it, because this? This is what I signed up for.

Bring it on.