Imagine the jaws theme playing in the background…
Yep, I’m still alive.
Still working a great deal of overtime, which has budged writing-time straight off the edge of the day. I am still working on episodes, though. I’ve not deserted you, I promise.
We’ll not speak of the state of my inbox. If you’ve sent anything in the last few weeks, it’s likely buried, so please resend.
Off to spend half an hour with Josh and Amanda…
Survived son’s graduation (and all the visitors).
Now to survive this coming weekend’s graduation parties (including the one we’re throwing).
Okay, so I’m on temporary assignment to a different office that lets me stay home in the morning.
HOME IN THE MORNING! Picture me cavorting around the office like an 80s movie walking-on-sunshine montage.
Really, I’m drinking coffee with a cat in my lap, blogging, and fixing to go re-write a scene in episode 14.
Have a great one!
Yeah, it’s been awfully quiet on this end; I always mean to post and then somehow it’s the next day and I’m wondering wtf just happened to 24 more hours.
On my way home from work I started really questioning myself about where my time is going, and the idea has turned into this post. I’m sure a lot of you can relate to what’s going on with me right now. I need more than manions, at this point. I need a full cabinet. Not like a liquor cabinet (although some days that would be so awesome) but a cabinet like a secretary of state and secretary of defense, et all, only secretary of laundry or the housekeeping czar, or chief grocery-shopping executive or secretary of fucking HELL this kitchen should be condemned. CONDEMNED, do you hear me?
Here’s a typical day in the life right now:
5:00AM – get up
5 – 5:20AM Bathroom, let the dog out, feed the fish and turtles. Feed the seven cats we currently have, four of whom are ours, and three are fosters that—let’s face it—we are probably stuck with for life because we’ve had them almost six months and WE. ARE. ATTACHED. Note that not one more task can be completed until they’re fed, or they conspire to herd me—and, if necessary—trip me until it’s done.
5:20 – 5:30AM Start the coffee, slug down enough water to splode a kidney or two, listen to the news, text with Mr. Silver about what part of the States he’s in on any given day.
5:30 – 6:00AM: Shower, get human, make breakfast to eat during commute, load up a tanker of coffee, and hustle out the door.
6:00AM – 2(ish)PM: Work. I never know what time I’ll get home. It could be one, sometimes it’s three. LOVE having a set schedule, right?
2 – 2:15 PM: Let dog out. Figure out how to play fetch with a dog who is playing keepaway instead.
2:15PM: Take His Royal Canineness for his ride(s), aka “running errands”. Start dinner and try desperately to remember which kid has to be where, and when they need to be there. (I’m pretty sure I spend at least ten minutes staring at the refrigerator calendar with a wtf-is-even-happening-anymore squint. Do I believe that staring at the problem will help me control it? Probably.)
Any time left over until 3:25 is writing, editing or formatting time. (Yes, I will be mothballing the formatting business soon. I have to choose between writing and formatting at this point, and writing wins.)
3:25 – 4:30PM Boys get home from school. Usually with half the town in tow. Hello chaos my old friend. Feed all of the faces, bully them about homework and cleaning their rooms and the yard which we all know they will never do.
4:30 – 5:30PM: Try to make it so that the Center for Disease Control doesn’t burn our house down. Also deliver children to work, rehearsal or wherever. Try not to get too pissy when they roll their eyes at me when I ask for the seventeenth time when I should pick them up. “God, Mom. I’ll just text you, all right?” They do not understand why this is not a satisfactory answer.
5:30PM – 7PM: Either try to get some exercise or practice flute or do something not completely useless. If I have formatting clients waiting on files, this is the rest of my work time. I’ve tried writing during this gap, but guess what happens soon as I sit down and try to turn the imagination on? Yeah, I’m face down asleep drooling into the keyboard about 15 minutes later.
Come 7PM, I know there’s no hope of productive brain activity. Usually I read, hang out with whichever kids are around, read to the dog, play laser tag with the cats, watch movies or just vegetate until 9 when no power on earth can keep me awake any longer.
And that’s my life, six days a week. Yes, I work six days a week. Saturday is a short day, and usually the ONLY day I ever get any writing done… if Mr. Silver isn’t home. That’s a whole other thing. I can’t wait until he’s back home for the summer.
Sunday is laundry day. No other work gets done on Sunday. Not because I’m observing the Sabbath or anything, believe me. More like there has to be one day in the week when I don’t work and don’t feel guilty about not working. Except of COURSE I feel guilty about not working, because, you know, American women are fucking crazy.
So that’s my life right now; not a lot of time for writing or editing, but I’m still making progress. There are four scenes in episode 14 that just… suck. One day soon I will figure out why I hate them so much, and how I’ll fix them. And speaking of which, I had best spend my final seventeen kid-free minutes working on that problem.
See you again soon(ish)!
If you are part of the beta team, check your inboxes. Things are happening!
Just when I think my friends can’t surprise me anymore, this lands in my inbox.
I knew Joy wanted to work that photograph into the covers somehow to bring us a bit more inline with the rest of our genre, but I was not expecting anything like this… Yowza.
All of season two will have similar refreshes. She won’t show me the season one overhaul yet.
I ain’t even mad.
Okay, I’ve just surrendered to the fact that I can either write, or I can blog, so I’ve been investing all my author time into the writing. That leaves things pretty quiet around here, but I figured, given the choice, y’all would rather I wrote instead of blogged, yes?
For The Wicked‘s audiobook went live very recently, which means all of Fantasy Heights Season One is now available in audio. Thank you, Audrey Lusk!
In other news, I’ve got two Sessions episodes and Fantasy Heights episode 14 in the pipeline. I still haven’t replaced Emma; the search continues.
Anyway, I hope everyone had a happy holiday season. Stay safe out there!
Somehow a month has gone by without a blog post. I swear I blinked a couple time and all of November evaporated out from under me, just like magic.
Needless to say, things have been busy. Mr. Silver is back on the road for the winter (boo), and I’ve undergone a career change in the day job arena. Don’t get me wrong. I love my new job. It’s just aided and abetted this month’s utter disappearance.
We’ve all (yes, this includes you readers) also undergone a major change behind the scenes. Since this is a season to express gratitude, I’d like to thank Emma very publicly for her help with the Fantasy Heights series. She’s been with us from halfway through the development of Episode 3: At Her Command through most of Episode 13: Pressure. She’s stuck with this project through some major life changes, including a career change, a move, and bringing a child into this world.
Unfortunately, another life change (baby #2) has made it impossible for Emma to continue with this project. While I’m overjoyed for another blessed event, it does complicate things for Fantasy Heights. Right now I’m working without a developmental editor, and let’s be honest, here: that ain’t good.
We already knew Emma’s schedule would be an issue. Things had slowed to a crawl with Pressure‘s copyedits. It took us three months (THREE MONTHS!) to get through that process last time. Ouch. The pregnancy was a surprise, but it only solidified what we already knew: that the time had come to make an editorial change so that we wouldn’t repeat the slowdown.
Episode 14: Renegade is longer and much more… involved than Pressure. To do this without Emma, and knowing I’m flying without a copy-editor as well, is pretty intimidating. The slowdown is not only inevitable, but necessary.
Meanwhile, I had kept Emma out of the developmental editing for Sessions. The only thing holding us back on the release of episode two is me simply lacking the time to produce the episode.
Now, I’m not writing this post to complain, only to explain why things are so dead around here. I need to rebuild my editing support, and adjust to my new schedule (yet again).
Hang in there with me, please. We’ll get there, I promise.
Ready, set, enter!