Hey, I'm Crotalus. I'm a chemist by day; husband, father, and writer/artist by night.
I need sleep, but I need to write more. Does everyone else have this problem?
Sometimes I think I stare at this computer 24-hours a day. I live, breathe and eat here. During the day, I buy lots of books with someone else's money (why yes, it IS possibly the best job in the world). Every other minute lately I'm: writing an essay, or editing someone else's novel, or writing a compendium, or rewriting a short story for an anthology, or looking over what my fiance has written today and offering comments, or sending emails to my webmistress to update my site, or chatting with my friends online, or answering interview questions, or asking interview questions, or...wait...what was the question?
For the record, I do force myself to sleep in the other room. I have a very nice bed in the other room. And I try not to check email at 3am, but when you're corresponding with folks all over the world, you never know when one's going to pop in...
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(I'm on vacation right now. I dread going back.)
I don't expect conditions to improve when I go back...but I hope I can keep writing if things give way from under me.
By venue do you mean my home? Dude, you've been here! How are things going btw? I'm about 30 miles from where I grew up. Never thought I'd move over this way again, but life is an unpredictable thing.
I'm finally posting again b/c things have finally settled (about as much as they are going to with a 4 and 1 1/2 year old around). The nuclear power industry is a bit different from the pharmaceutical, but it's all book fodder is how I look at it.
Robert, I've never worked for the post office, but it sounds like the same logic the pharma co. used to apply. Old boss to me: "Why are we so far under budget?" Me: "Because you told me to find ways to cut costs." Boss: "Well start spending again or we won't get any money for next year's budget."
Right.
Oh, and Alethea, props to a fellow chemist--but it sounds like your job is way more fun than any of mine have ever been. Let's see, I've done the Navy thing, Taught Highschool, farm work, and now i'm on round two of the chemist gigs. And so far no one pays me to read or lets me buy books with their money. How do you swing that!
It is nine thirty at night. This is about the time I get to start writing for the evening. The boys are in bed and the house is halfway straight. I just broke 20k words on my second of two unpublished works of staggering genius. Maybe I'll get a good wordcount in, if I can just pry myself from this forum. Which brings me back around to the original topic of this thread: oh the things we sacrifice for our art!
Peace,
JSW (Crot)
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As luck would have it, I think I can manage the first.
The secret? Live and breathe books and love them until you hate them. Easy and dangerous. Obsessions are kind of like that.
Why not drop Munsil Man a line and become a weekend flasher? WIth a time limit of 90 minutes, it's no big time commitment.
I sent Big Powwow off to an agent. While she's looking it over, of course, I thought of changes that needed to be made, so I'm doing another revision.
Good luck with BPW. I can't wait to read it.
Will, thanks for the vouch. I've heard back from Mike and am now awaiting his final authorization. Mayhaps I'll do my first flash challenge this weekend! Even less sleep, yea!