18 January 2006
One of these days, I'm going to get to Christmas pictures. Really. I have them off the camera and everything. It's just that other things are taking my computer time lately: when I'm at the computer, I want to be writing fiction, or else I have things I'm supposed to be telling people. And I don't particularly want to extend computer time: I'm trying to go easy on my back, among other things.
I'm still picking at Sampo revisions, sometimes big serious chunks of work and sometimes little nitpicky things. It's got a ways to go. But I've also successfully made the transition from the point where I have nothing I really feel I can write next to the point where I feel like I can write everything next, and it's a matter of letting one project pull ahead of the others in the bottleneck.
I consider it entirely possible that more than one project is a right project for me just now. There is no one true novel to write next and all that. Unless there is. Hard to say from here; only way to find out is to go through it, I guess.
I got the results from my sleep-deprived EEG today, and they were normal. So that's good. We even have some idea of where to go from here; that, too, is a good thing. So we'll just take it one step at a time. And I'm going to stop now before I channel "Bull Durham" any further.
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