Here I am again - kicking up to the surface of this ocean of books in which I've immersed myself, both the one I'm writing and the ones I'm reading and editing - and battling some kind of bug. Nothing major, just that sort of icky, achy, all I want to do is sleep kind of thing. Rest and fluids and I'll be good as new in no time, right?
Do you ever feel like your life is just a series of events that you spend days and weeks preparing for, and then once one event is here and done, you move on to the next one? I have a bazillion things to do, and all of them have deadlines, but I can only focus on one at a time. We're down to just a week left before The Tall One goes off to college. It's like this major milestone we're facing, but beyond that I'm picturing myself saying things like, "Now that she's gone, I have to do this ... and once that's done, I have to do that ..."
It's not that I can't multitask. In my old job, I was an expert at multitasking. But I did learn to focus on projects so that they were completed on time, regardless of how much I had to do, even if it meant working on several all at the same time but not all at once. Wait, what? That didn't sound right, did it? What I mean is that I can work on something for a day or two, then work on something else, then come back to the first thing, so that a little gets done on a lot of things over a period of time until everything's done. It's like chipping away at two or three huge blocks of marble, working on one for a while, then the next and the next, then coming back to the first, and so on, until you reach the end of your day or week or whatever and you have two or three beautiful sculptures standing in front of you.
To some that might be a little crazy, quite possibly disturbing and unhealthy, but that's how I roll, capice? I work best under pressure, and when I have a lot to do. Especially now that my thyroid levels are evening out and I actually give a darn again.
I'm putting the finishing touches on this manuscript. JT is off in cooler climes on a short vacation, and when she gets back she's expecting to have a book to read, so I'm working feverishly toward that moment. I'm at the point now where I'm well and truly buried in it so far that I can't decide whether I'm ecstatic about it or completely sick of it. She's very encouraging, my Wonder Twin, and is confident she's going to love it and it will be brilliant. The WMVR gets it at the same time as JT, so I have two perspectives on it, and she's excited about it, too, knowing it will be good. Me? I have insecurity issues. Sigh.
Before I dive back into my little pool of paper, I'll share these various and sundry tidbits with you. Enjoy. And read a book - it's good for you!
=) JB
Quotable Quotes:
Beauty isn't worth thinking about; what's important is your mind. You don't want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head.
-- Garrison Keillor (1942- ) US radio show host and writer
A remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he is really very good in spite of all the people who say he is very good.
-- Robert Graves (1895-1985) English writer
A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise. Because that is how life is - full of surprises.
-- Isaac Bashevis Singer (1904-1991) Polish writer
Today's Word: disquisition \dis-kwuh-ZISH-uhn\ (noun) - A formal discourse on a subject. Example: The new book club member was partial to eye-glazing disquisitions on 'new wave' authors from the 1960's.
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