I feel like I should have tons to tell you this morning, but I don’t. Guy and I had a great weekend relaxing somewhat. I dug out an old version of Sim City 3000 that I lost weeks on a few years ago, and I played around with that a bit. Made some farms and an intentionally small city of about 10,000. It’s hard to keep your commercial demand high with a city that small, but if you keep your pollution low and your people happy, they will pay through the nose to live there, making up for the lack of industry and commercial. (Yep, I’m a Sim City junkie from way back before when Sims were nothing but little, indistinct figures walking a street you could barely see.)
I did have some fun installing some blinds and got to play with a new cordless drill Guy got me for the holidays. Apparently he was tired of seeing me struggling with the little cordless I’ve had the last . . . omgosh, fifteen years, maybe? and gave me a real tool. Nice. The blinds work great and the room feels very open and airy. Ahhhhh. If I can get wireless moved to our sunroom/porch, I’m moving my office out there. (grin)
I did not get through chapter four Friday, which was about what I expected, though I should today with a solid understanding of what’s going on from there out. And then . . . I’m dropping the NaNo book for a few weeks to edit the Harrison anthology scheduled for next year. (September?) This is the one with the novella of how Trent and Jenks stole Lucy. It also has a handful of new stories that have dryads in them, each of them taking them from a different point of view so you can kind of see how I develop the magic of a new species over the course of ten years. They are still evolving, by the way.
So I guess it’s back to “work” for me this week. It has truly felt like a marvelous vacation this October through December as I wrote on something new, finding things out, making things fit, working up new worlds and characters–a brand new batch of secrets so new and fragile I’m holding them close to my chest lest they become bruised. Now that it’s over, I feel confidently comfortable with the idea of writing that last Hollows book and being able to create something new that can hold my attention for a decade if I should be so lucky again. Being able to go forth boldly makes a world of difference.
Succeed or fail, if you go boldly, you have won a contest of the spirit.