Too Much Pie

I like to keep the whiny out of this journal. No one likes to read emo, unless it’s a laugh aloud cat parody. I need to get this out, and once it’s out, maybe it will fly away, and leave me alone, and let me get back to business.

I am so…very…tired. I’m not sure what to do about that at this point in time.

Like so many struggling writers, I have a full time job. That’s so I can struggle in one way, but not in all ways on my way to publication. I LOVE my job. To paraphrase Burt Lancaster from Field of Dreams: If I’d become a baseball player (writer) instead of a doctor (teacher), now that would have been a real tragedy. I like my job, but it uses up vast quantities of personal energy. They call it full-time for a reason. In addition to what I do on site, there’s always that stack of tests and papers and prep to take home. In addition, there’s the administrative side of things to organize and get up and running.

I am nearing the end of my troll book. Yes, really. I have 3 hours dedicated to just it on Tuesday, and 4 hours dedicated to it on Wednesdays. I add more as I can. It’s a good thing to be writing.

I have terrific friends. Two of them just got married in a big blow out. Several of us are getting together this weekend, and there’s another one at an art festival next weekend, and perhaps a trip to the winery the following weekend.

All this constant work and play is taking its toll. I’m pretty damned tired. I can’t even imagine life with children. There’s too much. I am too lucky. I have too many good things.

And I’m not sure what to do about it. I am prioritizing already. Maybe I need to start prioritizing rest, for just a little while.

Anyway, it becomes apparent why writers quit work. It is increasingly difficult for me to do it all. It would be nice if I could achieve more balance, rather than everything going at full tilt.

Okay, time, start slowing things down. Because I’m a little worn out.


Growing into It

Especially during back to school time, parents plan ahead for what to buy their kids. Children develop and get larger, so it’s not uncommon for people to buy clothes that are a little larger than a child needs, because then the kid can grow into it.

I smell a writing analogy.

There’s a lot of self-help literature out there to help writers. Like many get rich quick books, or life change books, these books are success-oriented, and often suggest that their suggestions will help you circumnavigate a lot of hard work and succeed. With particular methods, you will separate yourself from the herd, and publication will be yours.


Some people do get lucky, and indeed their story is published, regardless of time up front, or even the quality of the piece.

Some people also win the lottery. Some people are also struck by lightening.

For the majority of us, we have to grow to fit the shape of what will become our writing career.

The truth?

There is no substitute for hard work.
There is no substitute for hard work.
There is no substitute for hard work, ESPECIALLY if you are God’s gift to writing.
There is no substitute for hard work, REGARDLESS of who you know.

And here’s why.

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Rethinking that Con Thing

Courtesy of Julia Rios, you too can use your phone to do amazing things.

a photo taken of the VP XIII reunion at Readercon.


It’s been 3 days since I started this post. I had a faboo weekend with my family of choice, but yeah, my extrovert battery got hit pretty hard, so I’m only just getting back into the swing of extrovert things.

And work today…well, after a week’s vacation, I really couldn’t expect any better than 31 phone messages and 147 emails. Because that’s just the way the English department rolls.

So…anyway, let’s get back to the subject at hand, which is rethinking that Con thing.

Readercon was fun. It was a con. I saw some friends and enjoyed seeing others from afar. I attended valuable panels, and I burned out and skipped panels I hoped to see. It was a pretty typical con experience for me–highs, low, and the impossibility of doing it all, but enjoying most of what I did.

Except there was something unusual that has never happened to me at a convention before.

And if you don’t want to read on, I’ll cut this here. But if you do, especially as regards writer’s retreats and VP XIII-ness, you may want to click.

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