You know you’ve hit on something good when you can’t wait to get up in the morning. For quite some time now, I’ve managed to maintain my habit of waking up around six thirty in the morning (sometimes a little earlier, by natural inclination or by cuddly cats), getting my coffee, and then settling in to do some reading and writing. I do this for about two hours, until nine o’clock rolls around, and at nine, I turn on the laptop and take care of things until ten or ten thirty, which is usually the time the boyfriend wakes up or I have to wake him up so we have enough time for breakfast and lunch and whatever else before we go into work for our evening shifts. I like systems that work, but what I like even better is that I haven’t even gotten remotely sick of this process yet (which is not what I can say about the repetitiveness of the evening job). Halfway through the day, I can’t help thinking to myself, “I can’t wait to get to bed because then I can wake up and get back to work again!”
That’s how I know that this is what I was meant to do. That’s how I know this is going to be what gets me going, charges me up, and makes me happy. I can’t wait to go to bed just so I can wake up in the morning and take charge of my writing as I’ve been doing this past month or so. It’s a really thrilling thing to realize that you’re finally getting a hang of the thing you’re meant to do with your life.
And Monday mornings are especially magical because I basically just sit here and talk about all the things I’ve been filling those three scant hours with every day. Three very precious, wonderful, delightfully productive hours.
Reading: …well, maybe not too productive. I’m reading a lot, but I’ve got another week without a finished book. It doesn’t help that I keep adding to the pile, but, hey, one of the fun things about Mondays is that I get to crack open something new. This week, I decided to finally delve into some L. Ron Hubbard with Battlefield Earth. I will probably regret this decision, but I hope starting it now gives me enough time to finish it by the end of the year.
Writing: Only two rejections came in from last week, and, as my resources of stories runs a little tight, I still managed to get something different out every day. Today, I started a flash fiction intended for Whortleberry Press’s Forty Flashes anthology, finished it, and sent it off, and so that puts me at 39 stories currently floating out there, awaiting responses. And that’s the problem when I have a week with only two rejections. It makes it that much harder for me to turn something else around or find a place that accepts reprints or wring my hands over the few unfinished stories I have that just won’t seem to complete themselves any time soon. Rejections have gotten exciting because it means I can just turn a story around to somewhere else, leaving me more time to finish the WIPs. Still, it would be nice that, with 39 submissions out there, one or two come back with an acceptance next time instead. I’d be pretty okay with that scenario, too.
At the moment, I’m mostly focusing on finishing a short story for Less than Three Press‘s Heart of Steel anthology, with its deadline quickly approaching. I’m really digging the premise of it, and I love the nice heavy word count on this call, because my fantasy pieces always end up being too long. With a 20,0000 word max, I think I might be good with this one…assuming I finish it on time!
‘Rithmatic: Weight is still the same, six weeks running now, which leads me to a stronger conviction that either I have a scale broken in a very specific way or I really need to start with the calorie counting again. I managed to get my 10 mile hike in last week, too, and, I might even get two hikes in this week, but I always hope for two but only discover time enough for one. I’m dreading a long weekend at work coming up, but generally trying not to think about it.
And I think that’s a good wrap-up for now. Things are plugging along nicely, just as I like it, though I wouldn’t mind a little bit more excitement thrown in. Today should be a good one, though. Grocery shopping, probably a movie, and the boyfriend finally found some Chinese checkers, which I’ve never played but he’s been wanting to teach me. So wish me luck. And happy reading, everyone!