I buckled down last night and pounded out the first of two reviews I was working on, namely Blood of Ambrose by James Enge. The review is posted over at Shiny Book‘s sister site, Shiny Book Reviews. Yeah I know, not very original. Sorry. I was under a time crunch and when that happens, well, sometimes the best decisions are not made. The second review, This Crooked Way by the same author should be up by Monday. I’m still waiting for him to say “Yeah” to my interview request, by the way. So if you guys want him interviewed, a concerted effort to raid *ahem* his Facebook page wouldn’t hurt one bit.
Today I was procrastinating with Wraithkin, which has begun to completely dominate my life. Not that this is a bad thing, mind. But when I’m in the middle of a play which opens in three weeks (OMG WTF!?!), struggling to run two websites (okay, “run” as in the same way as one “takes care of” a healthy cat, but still…), and keep up with my social networking (evil motherf*****g Facebook), having one thing trying to dominate your mind can be a bit overwhelming.
I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed? -Bianca Stratford, 10 Things I Hate About You
You can now. Really, I said it’s okay.
I’ve been whelmed today, just with life and everything else in general. So I heeded the advice of the Great Scalzi (he of the turbaned head and genie bottle residency), who in turn passed on the words of the not-so-great Harlan Ellison (What? His writing never engaged me…): Even if you only write 250 words a day, in a year you have a 90,000 word novel.
So instead of going all out and writing, I went in and edited. Like a cake decorator, editing is an acquired art form. You’re either very, very good at it or you absolutely suck monkey nuts.
You can guess where in the spectrum I fall into.
On the plus side, I edit other people’s work fairly well. So I guess it balances out rather nicely, so I don’t find my mad skills overflowing with monkey nuts.
…and I got more work done. Go me.