Busy As @$*!
Mar. 18th, 2004 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonUsually I wait until I have some inspiration to write these journal entries, but the only inspiration for this one is to say I'm busy as @$*!.
A couple of weeks back I had a nasty respiratory thingie that knocked me on my butt and put me behind on everything. Then I was both scrambling to catch up and busy as @$*!. I've finally managed to get mostly caught up, so my condition has been downgraded to merely busy as @$*!.
Where's all this @$*! coming from?
Work has been unreal—I hold down a full time cubicle job—and it's non-stop action all the time these days. And there doesn't appear to be any let-up on the horizon there. Don't these people know I have a creative life to keep up with???
Then there is the creative life: I was on a big push to finish my latest novel. I did that a couple of weeks ago, as few days before the respiratory thing hit, had the usual post partum blues, moved on. But I had to edit it so I could post it to the OWW (did that yesterday), had a gazillion crits to catch up with, and was working on getting a couple of stories out the door. "Band of Angels" didn't grab Joe Adams at F&SF but he took longer then usual to be ungrabbed by it, so I was hoping I might get my rejection from Gordon, but alas... And speaking of alas, I sent "A Tale of Two Moons" to Asimov's. I hope not to hear back on that for at least a couple of months—that way I don't have to think about it again in the interim. Oh, and I've been trying to get the first 60 + synopsis of my second novel in shape to send out again. I've begun to hate that novel. (Sorry, Tara, but I just don't want to look at it anymore.) That should be ready to go by next week, then maybe I can swing back around to some of the other stories that need revising and sending.
Added to that, I'll be leaving for England in about 4-1/2 weeks and of course I've left everything to the last minute so I'm running around like the proverbial chicken with the head cut off. Unlike the poor chicken, I hope not to collapse and end all motor function at the end of that mad scurrying.
I've been trying to squeeze a life in here somewhere, too. In that vein, tonight I'll be seeing Secret Window with Le Depp. Ah, the ineffable! Never too busy for the ineffable Depp.
Then again, every time I think about how busy I am, I remember my friend Tara who has more stuff going on in her life than anyone I know. (You're a good girl, sweetums, and we're all proud of you.) Compared with her, my life at its busiest is a walk in the park. So I'll just take a deep breath, realize it could be worse, and say a prayer for my friends who are going through hell at the moment.
Busy as @$*! is not nearly so bad as Hell and I hope everyone returns to Middle Earth right soon.
A couple of weeks back I had a nasty respiratory thingie that knocked me on my butt and put me behind on everything. Then I was both scrambling to catch up and busy as @$*!. I've finally managed to get mostly caught up, so my condition has been downgraded to merely busy as @$*!.
Where's all this @$*! coming from?
Work has been unreal—I hold down a full time cubicle job—and it's non-stop action all the time these days. And there doesn't appear to be any let-up on the horizon there. Don't these people know I have a creative life to keep up with???
Then there is the creative life: I was on a big push to finish my latest novel. I did that a couple of weeks ago, as few days before the respiratory thing hit, had the usual post partum blues, moved on. But I had to edit it so I could post it to the OWW (did that yesterday), had a gazillion crits to catch up with, and was working on getting a couple of stories out the door. "Band of Angels" didn't grab Joe Adams at F&SF but he took longer then usual to be ungrabbed by it, so I was hoping I might get my rejection from Gordon, but alas... And speaking of alas, I sent "A Tale of Two Moons" to Asimov's. I hope not to hear back on that for at least a couple of months—that way I don't have to think about it again in the interim. Oh, and I've been trying to get the first 60 + synopsis of my second novel in shape to send out again. I've begun to hate that novel. (Sorry, Tara, but I just don't want to look at it anymore.) That should be ready to go by next week, then maybe I can swing back around to some of the other stories that need revising and sending.
Added to that, I'll be leaving for England in about 4-1/2 weeks and of course I've left everything to the last minute so I'm running around like the proverbial chicken with the head cut off. Unlike the poor chicken, I hope not to collapse and end all motor function at the end of that mad scurrying.
I've been trying to squeeze a life in here somewhere, too. In that vein, tonight I'll be seeing Secret Window with Le Depp. Ah, the ineffable! Never too busy for the ineffable Depp.
Then again, every time I think about how busy I am, I remember my friend Tara who has more stuff going on in her life than anyone I know. (You're a good girl, sweetums, and we're all proud of you.) Compared with her, my life at its busiest is a walk in the park. So I'll just take a deep breath, realize it could be worse, and say a prayer for my friends who are going through hell at the moment.
Busy as @$*! is not nearly so bad as Hell and I hope everyone returns to Middle Earth right soon.
Pshaw
Tara