Tomorrow, it begins.
"It" in this case would be the publication edits on Book 2 of The Binding series. Just in time for Christmas! Which is good, as it means there'll be a whole week during which I only have one job, not two. Almost like a real holiday 😉
It's also just in time to coincide with a rather high-pressure period at the dayjob, otherwise known as a two-month examination, during which period I need to get a minimum of 95% to pass. This is distinctly less good. But unavoidable. C'est la vie.
This means tonight is (probably) the last night I'll be able to get words on the faerie novel for a whiles to come. Poor faerie novel. It's been picked up and put down so many times now… No wonder I have no idea what's going on in that story.
And, because these articles rock, I give you Justine Musk on why you need to write like a bad girl, part one:
We are all born into ways of thinking that we take for granted. We are raised within certain belief systems. We take the dominating voices of the adults around us and internalize them until those perceptions of us become what we are to ourselves.
But when you become your own rebellion you say a healthy Fuck You to all of that.
And part two:
The double standard for selfishness still amazes me. The same culture that celebrates Ayn Rand's "virtues of selfishness" will turn around and call women selfish and not exactly mean it as a compliment. Call a man 'selfish' and he'll shrug his shoulders; call a woman 'selfish' and she'll feel so shamed and cut to the core she'll twist herself inside out to prove otherwise.
And to be a writer, or any artist, is to be inherently selfish. You must claim time for yourself, away from family and friends and jobs and so-called productive activity. You must claim that your art is important because it is important to you. You must make it a priority even though years will pass before you achieve anything that other people might recognize as 'success', assuming you achieve it at all.