leahbobet: (gardening)
Normally, on a Labour Day long weekend, this post would contain a public accountability list: especially since the temperature's dropped like a rock today, and everything is crisp and cool and putting me in mind of roasting a chicken and wearing sweaters and wristwarmers everywhere I go. Thing is -- and I don't know if this is a side effect of getting rid of half of what I owned, or embracing the philosophy of maintenance cleaning (if I clean it while it's just a little gross, it won't get really gross!) or just finally being rid of forced-air heating that blows dust everywhere -- I don't really have all that much I need to be doing.

No, really. My primary responsibilities this weekend are to drink lots of tea, do a little cooking so my farmshare veggies don't go bad, and work on the edit letter for Above. That's about it. I do have to do a few little things like returning the empty milk bottles, but those really hardly count.

All this freedom is giddy and terrifying. *g*
I have this coming week off work. Mostly because I grabbed it as a placeholder week off, in case I had another con or trip or something I wanted to do, but the closer it got, the more I really, really wanted a week off work.

That means I have shit to do.

And lots of it. )

I mean, I also plan to knit sedately in coffeeshops with loud rock music on my mp3 player, but y'know. That stuff needs to get done.

List expires Sunday night! Play along at home!
leahbobet: (gardening)
It is most definitely spring. We know because Ad Astra is gone for another year, I leave the balcony door open until I go to bed every night, and I have that tickly urge to play Floodland really, really loud.

So even though I don't have any vacation time or a long weekend coming up? It's kind of past time to do one of these.

in the spring a young writergirl's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of massive cleaning... )

Since we're doing this one on a full work schedule? Let's say we have until close of business on the 25th to do it.
leahbobet: (gardening)
I am officially On Vacation this morning. Well, I was last night too, but I passed out on top of a Bujold novel, face in the pillow, at 7:00 and didn't wake up until about an hour ago, so I think we'll consider that an interregnum of sorts.

Thing is, I am On Vacation because I'm going to Arizona to writer's retreat whoop it up plot and cackle visit with [livejournal.com profile] coffeeem, [livejournal.com profile] willshetterly, [livejournal.com profile] truepenny, [livejournal.com profile] stillsostrange, and [livejournal.com profile] matociquala for a bit, culminating in the Tucson Festival of Books. This will be the longest I've been away from home at one time since...2006 or so.

I have some things to do this weekend to be ready to go.

Collect these plot coupons to qualify for one free vacation! )

Okay, I think first thing I'll actually fix myself some lunch, but after that? Start your engines.
(No, they didn't kick me out of Western society yet.)

I am not sure how it got to be the 27th. I think I spent more time than I thought knitting and watching TV and sleeping in copiously. But the fact stands that in four days I have to have a clean apartment and something cooked for New Year's for The People, and I am so not on my game here. So not.

Only a list can save us now! )

This list, as always, will be folded, spindled, and mutilated added to ruthlessly as needed.
I don't have long weekends or weeks off or any of it right now, but since the crunch at work has finally cleared and I am now left blinking in my own wreckage?

We could use some public accountability... )

This list expires Sunday the 20th.

Start your engines.
...and now that I've had a decent night's sleep, this is still a long weekend. And you know what we do around here on long weekends.

Public accountability! )

As usual, I'm sure other things will come up as I go. But this'll do for starters.
August 28, 2009 Progress Notes:

"Softer, Softest" (less rank and actually kind of nice working title)

Words today: 1150.
Words total: 1150.
Reason for stopping: Draft.

Books in progress: Daniel Rabuzzi, The Choir Boats; Catherine Bush, Minus Time.
The glamour: I am the head cold, I am the snotbrain, coo coo ca choo. Although fixing a (usually forbidden) pot of Russian Caravan did wonders. I have that funny caffeine feeling in my wrists and I'll probably be too wired to sleep until god knows what hour tonight, but at least my ears aren't crackling like a bad cellphone.


There. Check that out. That officially takes another few things off my to do list for this year.

Speaking of which:

Writing Project Honeydew, 2009

Write "Parable of the Shower"
Write "Sugar"
Revise "Parable of the Shower"
Revise "Sugar"
Write two SU DVD extras
Revise Above
Agent revision for Above
Write Falkner DVD extra
Finish Lau DVD extra

Must Do

Write Saturnalia up to about 55,000 words
Write "The Closet Monster" (for December 1, preferably)
Evaluate the Toronto Book for possible bodywork

Icing

Start "The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"
Write "The Marriage of the Harpy"
Write "Know Your Apocalypses"
Write "The Right People"
Write "Bachelorette"
Write "Indestructible"

2010

Must Do

Finish Saturnalia first draft
Write "The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"
Contribute my share to "Uniform" (with [livejournal.com profile] coffeeem, [livejournal.com profile] blackholly, [livejournal.com profile] matociquala, and [livejournal.com profile] stillsostrange)
Write at least two Shadow Unit DVD extras (so far)
Do the bodywork on Toronto Book if it's doable
Start The Enchanted Generation, maybe?



Homigod. My to do list now spans years. O.O

(Go me for having enough to do to book up eighteen months into the future. Really, this is a good problem to have.)
I don't know what I'm staring down the barrel of here, but the barrel is decidedly pointed at me.

This list expires Monday midnight. I do not expect to kill all of it, but a healthy 2/3 would be fine. Play along!


Public accountability! God gave us long weekends to kill long to do lists! )

Right. To work then.
No, really. Now what?

*wanders around in circles aimlessly*


Writing Project Honeydew, 2009

Write "Parable of the Shower"
Write "Sugar"
Revise "Parable of the Shower"
Revise "Sugar"
Write two SU DVD extras
Revise Above

Must Do

Write "The Closet Monster"
Start either The Enchanted Generation or Saturnalia


Icing

Start "The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"
Write "The Marriage of the Harpy"
Write "Know Your Apocalypses"
Write "The Right People"
Write "Bachelorette"


I, um. Sort of did most of my work. I may need to put more ambition in my schedule.

So is there anything you guys think I should be doing?
Delicious 12 hours of sleep last night. I am still tired, but I am not that foggy teetering-on-insane, going to step out into traffic against the light kind of tired. And I suspect eating some lunch will improve the situation yet more.

That means I have to resume earning my oxygen on this earth.

Public accountability! Transparency in glamourous writerly living! )

Lor' help me. I'm still yawning. :p
March 24, 2009 Progress Notes:

"Fanmail"

Words today: 1100.
Words total: 1350.
Reason for stopping: Draft.

Books in progress: Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth.
The glamour: Laundry, errands, copious revising, and death. The death is awaiting in my bed and has kindly stopped for me.



And with that?

Writing Project Honeydew, 2009

Write "Parable of the Shower"
Write "Sugar"
Revise "Parable of the Shower"
Revise "Sugar"
Write two SU DVD extras
Revise Above
Write "The Marriage of the Harpy"
Start The Enchanted Generation
Start "The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"

Write "Know Your Apocalypses"
Write "The Right People"
Write "Bachelorette"


I may in fact get enough things off my plate to not have to spend this weekend at Ad Astra holed up in the bar, working, in order to meet all relevant deadlines. Here's hoping.
I have not been logging the revise-a-thon that I've been engaged in this week (and all this weekend), but "Sugar" is, I think, as good as turned in. Or I guess, being a novella-almost-novel, maybe it's Sugar? Whatever, little back-monkey. Get yourself gone. :p

Which leaves us at:

Writing Project Honeydew, 2009

Write "Parable of the Shower"
Write "Sugar"
Revise "Parable of the Shower"
Revise "Sugar"
Write two SU DVD extras
Revise Above (I'm at about Ch. 4 and had to stop to do this other revising.)
Write "The Marriage of the Harpy"
Start The Enchanted Generation
Start "The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"

Write "Know Your Apocalypses"
Write "The Right People"
Write "Bachelorette"

One or two of those things need to happen inside the next few weeks, actually, if they plan to happen at all. There are deadlines involved.

(Oh, and with that, the argument for one of those DVD extras just showed up in my brain. Thank you, brain. Thank you, lists.)


In other news, there are, as usual, reviews:

Soyka at Black Gate is not overall keen on "Miles to Isengard":

I couldn’t connect with the characters and lost patience with the length and pacing. Nor did I quite get the purpose of the bomb’s seeming communication with the narrator. That said, after all is said and done, the story redeems itself with a great concluding line that, unfortunately, aptly summarizes the human condition.


Mark Watson at BestSf.net likes it better:

Another first appearance from a small-press-to-date author, and it's a tight, taut near-future thriller. There's a small group of people driving a lorry with a very dangerous load, through a US that has suffered of late. The load is a bomb, and it's getting into the minds of those who are wanting to take it to a safer place. The dynamics of the party, the effects on them, particularly the protagonist, lead to a well-handled building of the tension, with the background sketched in through the narrative without any laborious info-dumping.


(I admit I didn't think of myself as a small-press-to-date author. But the universe gives you these things so your personal humility oil change light doesn't have to blink on as often, right?)
(Sounds like it should be a book title, no?)

I have put my own pictures of the CupcakeCon That Was on the infrequently-used Flickr account. Mostly they are of [livejournal.com profile] matociqualas, [livejournal.com profile] stillsostranges, and beartraps in various configurations, as well as one very large catbutt.

Primary activities of the CupcakeCon were eating cheese (in both queso and non-queso formats), climbing walls, gothdancing, the Andrew Bird concert, eating meat (in both Mexican and barbeque formats), smartassery, naps, unsweetened iced tea, eating cupcakes, being sat on by dogs, being sat on by cats, and one quarter of a game of very drunken Arkham Horror. I came back one small stack of books and one small pile of kneesocks richer than I left. A non-trivial amount of a sweater-tank was knitted on the airplane to and from, and fifteen (15) pages of Above were revised.

All in all, it was a very successful vacation.


Since this is a Mythical After Time*, it is unnecessary to say that there is a whole raft of work that I have been putting off until, well, now. Including the making of this list:

Writing Project Honeydew, 2009

Write "Parable of the Shower"
Write "Sugar"
ETA: Revise "Parable of the Shower" (Hah, little story. Nah, nah, why don't you get a job?)
Revise Above (yes, this'll be third draft. After which I really should kick its ass out to get a job.)
Revise "Sugar"
Write "The Marriage of the Harpy"
Start The Enchanted Generation
Write "The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"

Write "Know Your Apocalypses"
Write "The Right People"
Write "Bachelorette"

There, now isn't that nice and daunting? *g*


*For those unfamiliar with the term, it means I've been going "Oh, I'll do it after CupcakeCon" about many things for a while now. And look where we are!
Okay. My sleep schedule is broken, smashed, screwed, disjunct, destroyed, murdered, toast. This happens when I'm on vacation. I almost had it back, but then New Year's Eve, and well. Broken, smashed, screwed, disjunct...

So I deliberately slept in as long as I could today (3pm; I was tossing until almost dawn last night), and I'm staying up tonight for a hard reset. I have books, I have some last bits of chores to accomplish, and I have a cabinet full of tea.

I don't expect anyone to be with me on this, but I will probably blog some of this descending vague fuzzy madness as I attempt to make it to about 7pm tomorrow before crashing out.


That being said.

No Sleep 'Til To Do )

Here goes nothing... *g*
Well, we haven't seen one of these in a while.

Things to do this weekend so as to not fail at life )

If any of these things remain on Monday morning, I will be issued a big red F on my goddamned forehead. So be it.
Councillor Joe Mihevic, who's been promoting the balcony gardening thing, gets behind backyard chicken raising. Chickens! Yay! Joe Mihevic is really making a case for being my City Council Boyfriend.

And now, the panic! Despite being un(der)employed, am I ready to go to Readercon tomorrow morning? Class? Oh no, oh I am not.

To Do or Die!
Eat your lunch!
Put on a load of laundry
Put away said laundry
Get some Vitamin D and contact lens solution
Get some OWW fliers copied
Get the kitchen clean
Get the old computer into its new home, the closet
Apply for some jobs, if there's time
Transfer pertinent files for the weekend onto Coyote
Pack
Bed at a decent hour, for the 6:30am wakeup call. Oy.

Okay. To it.
And home from Ad Astra. Or, well, I was early yesterday evening, but an unscheduled 15-hour nap took precedence over LJ announcements. Con was good -- both bookstore work and the game [livejournal.com profile] ksumnersmith, [livejournal.com profile] thesandtiger, and I (with assists from the teacher's-college-beleaguered [livejournal.com profile] dolphin__girl) ran to launch Misspelled went very well -- but I came home pretty much exhausted and of little brain.

Having napped, had lunch and done some of my workshop work and e-mail and caught up tolerably on LJ...

To Do Or Bust!
Water plants
Slush
Answer Support mail
Clear rest of debris out of inbox Mostly. Some stuff in there that needs its own attention.
Wash pile of dishes
Run a load of laundry
Make a grocery list
Revise story what needs revising
Call cable company
Log con expenses in database
Maybe rough out an outline for that Hard SF thing that came to one in bed last night Nope, it's been used in the Rama books. Trust not the ideas that appear at 2am between your nap sessions.
Make more roasted garlic oil


Okay. To it, then.

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