Since what I'm writing right now will be published under a pseudonym that will not be revealed, I've decided not to talk so much about the specifics of what I'm doing right now. Instead I'll do a quick update and talk about more general writing issues.
ROW80 Update 5
I can't report exactly what I did this half week. I didn't keep track. I took a little more time off, then started making adjustments to all sorts of things, and got down to work.
A lot of that work was editing. I got one story done, and another maybe a third to a half done. I have decided to wait until I finish the second to publish the first. (And since I'm writing stories in overlapping waves, I'll probably have a good chunk of a third done at that time.)
I also have a cover which only needs some tweaks. And I finally settled on a pen name for the naughty stuff. Which I shant tell you, but I will say that I chose it based on typography. More about that in another post.
For today's post, I want to talk about weather, or more specifically about seasons:
I hate summer.
I hate hate hate hate hate summer.
I have some reversed version of Seasonal Affective Disorder, I think. Light overstimulates me and makes me miserable and I can't sleep and yet I'm sleep deprived and can't stay awake either. My eyes and head hurt from the glare most of the summer.
And heat? I can't abide heat. I lurk in basements until nearly dawn because it's too hot to sleep, and then it's too light to sleep.
In the meantime....
I have been in school or working in an academic institution for pretty much my entire life. The academic calendar is supposed to be great for writers. You have summer to get all sorts of writing done. It's supposed to be vacation! Like being a kid, who can run FREE during the summer.
And I have fallen for that line every year of my life.
Somewhere around February, you start thinking "Oh boy when summer break comes, I'll really get something done!" And as the spring semester wears on, you look forward to it more and more and more. Boy, you're really going to see some writing THIS summer. Man, it's gonna be GREAT.
And then Daylight Savings Time hits, and sometime later in May, the days just get too freaking long, and then in June the heat starts in. And sometime in July, I'm curled up on the cool tile floor of the basement bathroom, whimpering and wishing it would just end.
And then, just as August decides to cut us a break with some cool nights and shorter days....
It's time to start ramping up for the new school year. After all, the summer plans have completely failed by then.
Fall, on the other hand....
I love Fall.
I love love love love love Fall.
September, imho, is the best of all possible months. (With the possible exception of any other month with an R in it.) The days might be balmy or brisk, but all within the perfect comfort zone. At least in Michigan. If it snows, it'll be warm the next day, and if there is a blazing heat wave, the nights will be cool.
But of course, when you work in Academia, September can be the Month From Hell.
September is when you find out just how badly an idiotic administrator can screw up critical things when nobody is around to stop him/her/it (and how well they can hide what they did until the very moment that critical thing is most needed). September is when all the new, confused and tearful students are panicking and lost (often because of the idiotic thing done by administrators over summer).
September is when academic support people are working overtime (and often off the clock) to make sure classes actually happen.
September is when academic support people don't even NOTICE what time of day it is or what the weather is, or that it's even September.
And just the other day, I realized something.
This time, for the first time in almost fifty years.... the coming September is ALL MINE! It belongs to me me me me me!
If I can just survive July and crawl through August to grasp it.
See you in the funny papers.