Kage Baker was known for being a California writer. She took that as a great compliment, being very proud of her native species status here.
As she said, she wrote a California product – boom or bust, feast or famine. It’s how the California economy has always regulated itself: just barely, and by the use of punctuated disequilibrium. Demands for Kage’s work came and went the same way, and so did her ideas. She’d work for 6 months on a book, unsure if there would be a market for it and hammering away in obsessive solitude. Then half a dozen editors would call wanting stories, and she’d find herself promising them all in the same 2-week period.
It wasn’t so peculiar that she got herself into these frantic situations. The true strangeness is that she delivered on all of it. She once wrote a novel in 6 weeks. Her record for a story under 10,000 words was one weekend; several shorter stories were written overnight. Presumably while sitting on the lap of her Muse.
I’ve been desultorily pecking away at the first half of a story for Tachyon, as all you Dear Readers know. Last week, I got it to a logical stopping place – about halfway through OR complete, depending on your viewpoint – and sent it off for approval or rejection. In the week since then, I have occupied myself gnawing off my fingernails and losing the fight to a huge cold. I’ve been drippy, congested and paranoid.
Plus, it’s spring break, and my entire education-oriented household is off school/classes. Much sleeping in and watching movies has been enjoyed. Many books have been read so far. No writing has been accomplished at all.
And, I must admit, I have been playing with my new phone. (Thanks, Maggie – the Sky Map app is fantastic!)
But today, my publisher (the poor man has been down with death flu) and his lovely assistant, Jill, confirmed that “Pareidolia” is good. And they would actually like the second half as well. Victory dance with the parrot! Chips and beans for everyone!
But now I have a fortnight to complete it. I can do it – a thousand words a day, phhht! – as long as my brain works and my Muse behaves himself. The Goddess of Intermittent Bounty has smiled on my endeavours, just as She used to smile on Kage’s, and the frantic race is back on!
And since nothing inspires me like having something else I should actually be doing, blogs will resume with more frequency.
And now I must go compose a riot at a See’s Store …