Work-a-holic, much?

So I’m finally deadline free. It feels….weird. (Everything feels weird, I know. I’m not jaded yet — but I am highly suspicious, hah.)

I have Shapeshifted page proofs and copy editing left to go, but my editor loves the book as it is, so no more structural stuff :D.

It’s funny, because while I was at Wiscon, my agent was all, “About books 4 & 5…” and for a day, I was all, “Noooooooooooooooooo….” Not because I don’t love writing or anything, but because I was *so busy* last year. Working, and being a decent human to my husband and friends who I love, and writing two entire books — it really did just about break me. For a day I was completely traumatized about the thought of being back under a deadline yoke.

But my editor emailed me on Weds to say Shapeshifted was shipshape (ba-dum-ching!) and now that I’ve been “done” for about 48 hrs…20 of which I was at work, working some extra because what the hell else am I supposed to do with myself now….yeah. I want it back. I want it all back. (Especially the excuse to not pick up extra shifts, heh.)

After Wiscon, too, I thought I was *over* travelling, but no, it turns out I’m only over getting up at 6 AM to catch planes. I caught myself looking forward to RWA this summer when I went out to get dinner.

I don’t think I get what it means to rest. I like resting in theory, but I suck at it. (I’m really good at sleeping though! Maybe that’s where all my resting sublimates to ;)).

And since conveniently I’d been working on Deadshifted, book 4, anyhow, and I already have some grand ideas for book 5…yeah. I’ll be emailing my agent back next week. A week off to rest up, and then back to it, and hopefully people want more, and yeah.

I may be crazy busy, occasionally exhausted, and intermittently bone tired — but I like my life :D.




3 thoughts on “Work-a-holic, much?

  1. I totally get the non-resting thing. When we go on vacation, the spousal unit asks, “Can’t you relax and just *be*?” No, no I can’t. I don’t want to visit someplace new and different to Be; I want to *do* stuff!

    As the aphorism goes, I’ll rest when I’m dead.

    • Ha! Yeah — taking a cruise in Feb was the first forced relaxing vacation I think I’ve ever had. People who do stuff, unite! :D

  2. And sometimes we’re just too tired to face getitng a stranger’s attention and describing what we need.My personal gripe is disabled parking spaces allocated but too far from the building. If I’m in a wheelchair, it wouldn’t make any difference to me, but when I’m using my stick that extra few (or few dozen!) yards makes a HUGE difference. The difference between going round the whole shop / garden centre / museum, or just half of it.Often I end up using the chair when otherwise I wouldn’t have had to – and I prefer to see a shop (or etc) from my usual standing height, if I have the choice, but the mere positioning of the disabled spaces removes that choice.The assumption that wheelchair accessibility covers all kinds of disability is such a big problem for anyone who simply has difficulty with walking any distance, or with stairs.mandb4s last [type] ..

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