My wingstubs ache, my to-do list scares me when I look at it, and my circadian rhythms seem to have fallen into a bizarre pattern: I fall sleep for three hours after dinner, wake and work through the wee hours of the night, tip over at around 4-5AM, wake again a few hours later, and then go upstairs and work until dinner.
This has been going on for the last several days. It’s productive, but also disorienting. And there’s a surreal, Sisyphus-ian feel to everything. I’m whipping things off my plate as fast as I can, but more keeps piling up. And now stuff is starting to overflow. (yukinooruoni, I know I owe you a very overdue email). Urf. I need another plate.
Saw that a sneak peak of the June cover of Spider with “The Tax Collector’s Cow” in it is up on the “Coming Attractions” page of the Cricket Magazine Group website. The theme looks to be “cows.” Hee! Moo.
Got a note from Jason Sizemore that there’s going to be an Apex celebration/signing/promo event at Destinations Booksellers in New Albany, Indiana this summer. He asked if there was any chance I could make it. Sigh. There are decided disadvantages to living the glamorous (*snort*) life of a freelance writer. Being poor is one of them. I don’t see how there’s any way I can pull it off, but I hope they’ll raise a glass to me in absentia.
Also saw the cover art for Aegri Somnia. Quelle disturbing:
– Started outlining the salient plot points of my middle-grade novel as prep for my rewrite. Finding myself rather daunted by this undertaking. Meep. Meep a lot. I was, however, reminded of how much I love this story.
– 200 words on the Swan Lake tale, interrupted when I got wind of another freelance gig, at which point I lost my momentum and switched gears.
– 1600-words on the second article for Writing-World.com. Revised, polished, and sent off.
If the middle-grade novel is the story about the badger, I loved the bit you submitted to Critters, too. I hope to see it all one day.
Yep, that’s the one. I’m still hoping there’s a chance for the whole novel to see print, but I’ll be ecstatic if a publishing house picks it up in any incarnation.
What happened? We used to be able to count on Hobkin to be crepuscular, fosteronfilm to be nocturnal and Eugie to be diurnal. Sigh. If we can’t count on friends to be static and unchanging what can we count on.
All ribbing aside, sorry to hear about your disrupted sleep cycle.
Hee! I assure you I would prefer to return to more regular hours. Although if today was any indication, this weird pattern can’t keep up. Woke up at 8:30 this morning, and had a nap at 1ish. Of course, I forgot to take my Adderall, which undoubtedly is the main culprit for the midday nap, but I don’t think my system can withstand the kind of hours I’ve been pulling.