Where is my brain?
26/1/11 07:44It's odd. I finished the new Sarah Tolerance draft last week. I've put it in a drawer to think about itself and so my own brain could air out. I immediately started work on a short story that I owe to an anthology. I fired my old agent and hired a new one. I did the Book VIew Café accounting for the quarter. I've been grooming the Nebula nominations list (for those who have no idea what I'm talking about: nominating is done on line, and the nature of the list is that the same book entered differently--mis-spelled or in quotes or with an extra space somewhere--will appear as a separate nomination. So I have to go in every couple of days and weed out the duplicates). I've been, in short, a busy little bee. Yet, weirdly, I feel disconnected and unfocused. I should be thinking about revisions to ST3 (and in fact, to The Salernitan Women, which I'm hoping to get a revisions letter about soon). I need to start research and mapping on the next book, which I think/hope may be the contemporary fantasy* set in San Francisco. I'm actually kind of a excited about all these things.
And yet, I can't quite bring any of them into focus. Maybe I need more coffee. Or less coffee. More yoga. Less internet. Just scolding myself and saying "dammit, woman, focus" is remarkably ineffective.
Feh.
*urban fantasy seems to have become something this isn't. Sigh.
And yet, I can't quite bring any of them into focus. Maybe I need more coffee. Or less coffee. More yoga. Less internet. Just scolding myself and saying "dammit, woman, focus" is remarkably ineffective.
Feh.
*urban fantasy seems to have become something this isn't. Sigh.