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apocalypsosI'm currently debating whether or not to go to the Rally.
It's not that I don't want to go, or that I can't afford to go. It's that I feel like I'm swallowing up valuable writing time by going. I mean, look at this weekend. I want to write SO BADLY, but tomorrow I have a three-and-a-half hour customer service thing at Wegmans I have to attend (and I have to show up for at 9 in the morning after working until one tonight, ugh), and I'm supposed to go out to the bar with Jess for her birthday, AND I promised to go over and dye her hair for her tomorrow afternoon. Somewhere in the middle of all of that I have to squeeze in some writing time, or it's yet another day wasted.
The thing is, I still want to try to do something for that Samhain compilation thing, and I've got a couple of ideas that I think I could handle getting finished by then. Tomorrow's already getting swallowed up by other stuff, and that's one less day to work on a damn submission. And then there's October 30th, which -- as much as I might like to go -- is an enormous time-suck. So it ends up becoming a matter of deciding which is better for me, hopping in the car and going to a rally on the Mall that's NOT full of people I want to punch in the face out of frustration for a change, OR staying home and finishing a story. Getting something done writing-wise would be good for my mental health, after all. And God knows they're airing the Rally on Comedy Central anyway.
I don't know. I think it would be different if there were anything at ALL happening with anything I've written, but ... yeah, not so much. Currently everything is either dead in the water or at a depressing standstill. If I could get the Samhain submission done by then, or if I were working on a new novel, or if NaNo came before the Rally, I'd probably go without a second thought. Now, I'm not so sure.
(Fun depression-related fact: While my logical brain says, "Ugh, the publishing world takes so long," and taps its foot in silent impatience, my depression brain is saying, "EVERYBODY IN THE PUBLISHING WORLD HATES ME. A LOT," as it sobs into a teddy bear on its way to Breadsticks to forlornly roll a meatball with its nose towards the empty seat across the booth.)
Speaking of NaNo, yesterday I bought new pens and a couple of new notebooks and a new purse to put them in, and if I'd had the extra money for it I probably would have bought a new netbook, too, while I was at it. I took the six vacation days I have left in November, so I'm only working at the day job fourteen days out of the month, which should be enough of a dent for me to have a chance at winning this year. Here's hoping. *crosses fingers*
It's not that I don't want to go, or that I can't afford to go. It's that I feel like I'm swallowing up valuable writing time by going. I mean, look at this weekend. I want to write SO BADLY, but tomorrow I have a three-and-a-half hour customer service thing at Wegmans I have to attend (and I have to show up for at 9 in the morning after working until one tonight, ugh), and I'm supposed to go out to the bar with Jess for her birthday, AND I promised to go over and dye her hair for her tomorrow afternoon. Somewhere in the middle of all of that I have to squeeze in some writing time, or it's yet another day wasted.
The thing is, I still want to try to do something for that Samhain compilation thing, and I've got a couple of ideas that I think I could handle getting finished by then. Tomorrow's already getting swallowed up by other stuff, and that's one less day to work on a damn submission. And then there's October 30th, which -- as much as I might like to go -- is an enormous time-suck. So it ends up becoming a matter of deciding which is better for me, hopping in the car and going to a rally on the Mall that's NOT full of people I want to punch in the face out of frustration for a change, OR staying home and finishing a story. Getting something done writing-wise would be good for my mental health, after all. And God knows they're airing the Rally on Comedy Central anyway.
I don't know. I think it would be different if there were anything at ALL happening with anything I've written, but ... yeah, not so much. Currently everything is either dead in the water or at a depressing standstill. If I could get the Samhain submission done by then, or if I were working on a new novel, or if NaNo came before the Rally, I'd probably go without a second thought. Now, I'm not so sure.
(Fun depression-related fact: While my logical brain says, "Ugh, the publishing world takes so long," and taps its foot in silent impatience, my depression brain is saying, "EVERYBODY IN THE PUBLISHING WORLD HATES ME. A LOT," as it sobs into a teddy bear on its way to Breadsticks to forlornly roll a meatball with its nose towards the empty seat across the booth.)
Speaking of NaNo, yesterday I bought new pens and a couple of new notebooks and a new purse to put them in, and if I'd had the extra money for it I probably would have bought a new netbook, too, while I was at it. I took the six vacation days I have left in November, so I'm only working at the day job fourteen days out of the month, which should be enough of a dent for me to have a chance at winning this year. Here's hoping. *crosses fingers*
