Monthly Archives: March 2009

Writing and Getting Paid For It.

I’ve gotten very little done on any of my personal projects in recent weeks.  Really, since the AWP Conference in February, I don’t think I’ve gotten any further in the Manuscript Slog through Meet the Larssons.  I did outline more in Project Hometown — I now have a spreadsheet with the first 25 scenes laid out, which covers all of Act One, for those of you who believe in the three act novel structure — but haven’t touched it in a couple of weeks.

The primary reason for all this is that I’m working my ass off at the day job, which, as I’ve said before, is often a night and weekend job, too.  Ordinarily when I’m this busy, it’s because of one big project; this time, it’s because a number of projects have heated up at once.  I’m doing fine, but it has required a little more proactive time-management than I’ve needed the last couple of months.

So I’m doing plenty of writing.  I knocked out six pages of scintillating prose in less than two hours this morning, and I am 100% certain that my payment will be made by direct deposit on schedule.  I also talked through edits on a 40-page piece with a co-author, and made significant headway on the first draft of a more substantial work.  On the downside, it was all non-fiction (yes, I’m sure), and all of it is client work.  All of it will be paid for, it will all have my name on it (albeit at the end instead of the beginning), and at least some of it has the potential to end up with a slightly larger audience than the typical readership of this blog, so I don’t mean to complain.  I’m just offering it as an excuse, even though I suspect I’m the only one who thinks I need one. In any case, if I haven’t been commenting on your blog lately or you’ve been wondering where I’ve been or why my page and word-count meters in the sidebar haven’t budged in weeks, that’s why.

I’ve got a meeting of my novelists’ support discussion group on Sunday.  They already think I’m the least serious writer in the room (there’s a reason for that; but since I’m the only male in the group, I think they keep me around just to add a different perspective).  I hope I can spend enough time this weekend reviewing what I have done so that I sound like I at least have a WIP when we meet.

What else since the last time?  I think the only other writing-related news is that “Jimmies” got rejected again.  This time, though, the rejection was personal, with significant, easy-to-understand comments about the story and why the editor didn’t buy it (including that the editor thought it read like a YA story, which the ezine doesn’t publish).  Once I get through this patch at work, I’m going to reread the story with the rejection letter in mind.  I’ll try to edit with the comments in mind, and then I’m going to look for a YA short story market.  It’s worth a shot.

There’s still time to send me cookies (homemade chocolate chip or oatmeal scotchies are the best) or single malt scotch (I’m partial to The Macallan 12 y.o.) before I give out my allotted eight Proximidade Awards, although you should remember that the award is for those who do not seek self-aggrandizement, so be tactful.

Where Do I Start?

It’s been what, nine days since I’ve posted? I’ve missed two Winter Sunday Stats in a row, and except for the birthday post for Unfocused Girl, nothing at all since Feb. 22.

I’m not going to make it all up tonight, but I’ll try to post a few times this week, at least briefly.  Things have gotten very busy at work, with some planned and unplanned travel, and other stuff happening at home, and I’m getting over a nasty cold, all of which means I haven’t had much time or energy to write or run much, or even read other people’s blogs. Sorry for the silence. I’m going to be jammed for another couple of weeks, but I’ll try to be a little less absent from the blogosphere.

I intended to post Unfocused Girl’s menu from our dinner on her 8th birthday but didn’t get around to it.  Here it is:

  • 2 Shirley Temples
  • 1/2 order of escargots
  • marrow bones
  • 1/2 order of mussels cooked in beer
  • steak frites
  • one scoop of French vanilla ice cream

UG didn’t eat much of the marrow bones, but I think they were overcooked. I had to move pretty quickly to get my half of the mussels.  She was also a little full by the time her steak arrived, so she had the rest of it for lunch the next day. We had a wonderful evening; she’s a very nice dinner companion.  We brought home an entree and dessert for the Siren; she needed something, since she had spent the evening with Junior at a birthday party at Pump It Up, with about a million hyper little boys.

I won an award, which is always nice.  Thanks to Mike at Everything Under the Sun for the Proximidade Award:

Proximidade Award

“This blog invests and believes the PROXIMITY – nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes of self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

In my next post, I’ll update on the writing. It will be brief, by necessity. I will also name the eight people I’m giving the award to, so if you think you deserve it, you have 24 hours to get me your bribes or clever comments.