That thing I said the other day, about trying to write every day, even if it was something as tiny and trivial as a line in my journal? HA. HA HA HA.
Writing around a newborn — even a relatively placid, low-needs one — is requiring a significant re-think of my process. (She says, shocking no one.) Of course I expected this, but I still haven't quite come up with strategies that might work to combat not just the time-poverty but also the zombification of my cognitive […]
Dear Squawk, I really hope this proves true: @debkalin she will bring balance to the Force. And by 'Force' I mean world. And by 'balance' I mean speechless frustration. — Sir Tessa (@sirtessa) February 24, 2013
I've taken to singing. All the effing time. I have songs about burps (they're nasty); nappy changes (they're awesome); boredom grizzles; the fear of sleeping; the necessity of sleeping; the insidious and all-too-easily-missed-or-mistaken nature of weariness; socks that won't stay on; the loveliness of whichever drink bottle, chandelier or featureless wall she currently finds fascinating […]
So here's something obvious if only I'd stopped to think about it: an overnight trip with a 4 month old is a bit brutal. This weekend, Squawk, the pterosaur and I tripped up to Sydney for the Aurealis Awards. We went partly because "First They Came…" was shortlisted, and mostly because I wanted to be […]
Don't check on her for ten minutes. Listen to her — is she crying up? Or down? Even if she's crying up, leave her for at least five minutes, all babies need five minutes of crying to get themselves to sleep. Except those that don't. All babies learn to fall asleep by themselves between 3-6 […]
Last night, I wrote the last words on the alpha draft of what I've been calling Clockmakers, the actual title of which turns out to be "The Miseducation of Mara Lys". Calling it an alpha draft is a bit generous, to be honest, but in the interests of having something pinned to the page which […]
Ah, productivity, how I miss you. You never call, you never write… I feel like I've been spinning my wheels on this ever since Squawk was a week old and I began thinking about trying to fit my writing around her. During all this time my thoughts — thanks to my brain chemistry and a […]
Me: I'm so weary! Where's all my energy gone today? Squawk: People! Me: Oh? Which people? Squawk: …Apple People.
Since finishing Cherry Crow Children, I've not had a true writing routine or heck, any routine whatsoever beyond the putting-out-fires approach. Namely, I do what I need to for Squawk and the dayjob and the running of my household and relationships, and try to squish thinking time on the new novel and promotion for Cherry […]