Good day to you all!
It’s the last day of February in 2019, and it’s another (hopefully happy) Thursday, so it must be time for my weekly blog post. I’m feeling rather under the weather today, though I’m still going in to work. Because I’m still a little poorly, I’m probably not going to write all that much this time…though I’ve been wrong about such things before. Sometimes, once I get writing, it’s hard for me to stop.
Since February will be over tomorrow, I could, in principle, begin rewriting/editing Unanimity, from which I’ve successfully forced myself to take a break this month. I doubt, however, that I’m going to take up that task on the first occasion on which I could allow myself to do so. I still have Safety Valve, my novella, to work on; it’s coming along nicely, but it’s definitely going to be longer than a mere short story. Also, there’s my previous short story to edit and rewrite. I’m not going to wait until I’ve finished with Unanimity before starting on that task, of course. That would be madness! So, what I’ll probably do—this is a tentative plan, by no means a binding commitment—is to continue to write daily on the new material until it’s done, but perhaps to limit myself to one or at most two pages a day, and then use the rest of my writing time on those days to edit.
As for how I’m going to divvy up the editing, I expect that Unanimity is going to dominate my time, with only one to two days a week reserved for the short story and then the novella. In any case, sometime over the coming months, I expect to publish first my short story, then the novella, then (finally) Unanimity. There’s much to which to look forward if you’re a follower of my work! I suppose there’s probably much to which to look forward even if you’re not a follower of my work, but on that subject, I have less information. Also, if you’re not pedantic about preposition placement, you may very well have much to look forward to.
Okay, I just spaced out there for a good five minutes or so, which provides further evidence—if any were needed—that I’m not quite feeling my usual self. Because of that, I think I’m going to pretty much wrap things up here for today. I apologize for this post’s brevity, though that may not be unwelcome for many of you, and I apologize for the fact that I really haven’t said much of substance. I do have all sorts of ideas and urges for articles to be posted on Iterations of Zero, including one explaining some of the basics of general relativity, (triggered by a recent interaction on Facebook), and others that would constitute my response to many of the biases and misconceptions involved in the anti-vaccination movement. But finding the time and energy to put those out without pilfering both resources from my fiction, and while still keeping up with my “day job”, is daunting.
“Had we but world enough, and time…”*
*Side note: I decided to re-check on this quote, the opening line of Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress, and I discovered, to my mild chagrin—but not to my surprise, since there must have been a reason for my decision to check—that for years I have been slightly misquoting the line as “If we had world enough, and time.” This does not change the sense of the phrase at all, so it’s a misquote of no real import. Still, I tend to be pedantic about such things, so I’m glad that my unconscious mind drove me to check it out. Of such minor triumphs is a feeling of self-improvement, real or illusory, constructed.