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If it wasn’t for the nights …

Insomnia was appalling the past three nights. I’ve no idea why. It made me feel miserable at times during the day but the days were still productive.

As I said last week, I’ve decided to switch to a four-day week for creative work, leaving blogging, email, etc. for Fridays. It worked well. The biggest problem is when I wrap up my assigned work for the day early, as happened yesterday; it takes a conscious effort to switch to some other productive work that needs doing. An easy fix, though: I have to make sure I have backup work in mind for situations like that.

The big accomplishment this week was finishing this draft of Southern Discomfort. I’ve edited out verbal tics, fixed plot problems and adjusted character bits. I also find myself wondering if it needs a bigger rewrite before the final proof, something I’ll blog about next week. Still, the work is good; I shall pat myself on the back for getting it done rather than fret about the remaining work.

There was some drama over the Ceaseless Way anthology when it became clear we’d had a major misunderstanding about some of our plans. We’ve worked out, though with some hurt feelings along the way. Everyone seems back on track, though. This was a good example of something my various business-writing articles over the years have discussed, the importance of getting everything absolutely clear. It’s why oral agreements often result in problems. We’re taking steps to avoid a repeat.

The Local Reporter ran my article about two Carrboro town leaders winning an award. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I look at where the Spectre’s Silver Age series went wrong.

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Writing, sleep, dogs and other matters

First off, dogs, because Trixie’s butterfly ears after her Monday grooming are just too adorable not to lead with.

Here’s a picture of them both newly shorn.

They were surprisingly calm while the opossum was on the deck. Trixie has been exceptionally needy this week, wanting lots of pets (I comply as much as work allows), but otherwise the pups are as usual.

Staying off caffeine after noon was a little less effective this week — two nights of little sleep, two solid sleeps and one that was solid due to Ambien. I’m wondering if the decaffeinated tea I picked up has too much caffeine (decaffeinating tea leaves doesn’t completely eliminate it ) so I’ll skip it next week. I still drink decaf chai in the afternoon but there’s a lot less caffeine in it (among other things, because I make it half milk so the volume of actual tea is lower).

That said, things went well. I got 10 Leaf articles in for the first time in a while. And I rewrote slightly more of Undead Sexist Cliches than I’d expected. I know see that what slowed me down earlier is that Chapters two and three are badly organized — they’re both about “why feminism is bad” cliches, but the division into chapters doesn’t really make sense. Next week I’ll look at rearranging the material and maybe cutting them into three smaller chapters.

I rewrote Impossible Things Before Breakfast and I think it’s ready for one final revision. I’ll get to that at the end of the month so my mind has a little time to clear. I went over both Bleeding Blue and Only The Lonely Can Slay trying to figure out how to improve them on the next draft. I think I see a way, but I’m not sure — I had to do the work today while I was still groggy from lack of sleep.

And I finished an as yet untitled story, basically by deciding “okay, I’m ready to finish this today … guess this is the ending!” and pulling what’s close to a deus ex machina. But I’ve done that before and for some stories it works. Even a nonsensical ending frees my mind up to start redrafting and improving.

The best week in a while, I think.

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