What am I working on right now? DEFINITELY the things I am scheduled to be working on. Totally those things. Not other things that are not on my schedule.
If you’re tempted to say, “The lady doth protest too much,” well, you would be right. On the bright side, I did finish Trash Novel #1 as intended. My brilliant plans to figure out whether I was moving on to Nyx #3 or Aspect #3 have. . . not gone as intended. Which is to say I haven’t decided.
I’m poking at revisions on Valkyrie’s Call, poking at Trash Novel #2, because it’s easy, and reminding myself that according to my Amorphous Writing Schedule (yep, that’s really what I named the document) I actually don’t have a decision to make between Nyx or Aspect, because it claims I’m supposed to be outlining Nyx #3 as we speak.
But hey, it’s an amorphous schedule, right? I mean, maybe I shouldn’t have named my writing schedule something that is literally defined as, “lacking a clear structure or focus.”
Given the givens, I don’t have a whole lot more to report this month. April has been chock-full of little fires, mostly in the form of expensive things breaking and me hyperventilating (okay, fine, not literally) about where I will find the money to fix them.
Unfortunately, my life does require a vehicle. Vehicles are expensive, and I no longer have the time to diagnose my aging beauty’s occasional ailments. Well, I still diagnose them, and fortunately I have a really great mechanic who actually listens to me when I say things like, “The current issue is with the fuel injection system and here’s why.”
He is a very nice mechanic. I have been going to his shop for six or seven years now, and though I desperately want to get out of the desert, I shudder at the thought of finding a new auto repair shop, because it’s just so rare to find one that does good work AND doesn’t treat me like I’m an idiot because I have boobs. Le sigh.
I’m going to cut things off there, because I suspect further typing will only lead to increased interludes of rambling nonsense. I’m going to go write a book now. You know, if I can ever figure out which one to write.