I have a confession to make: I'm a workaholic. I never thought of myself that way. In fact, I always assumed I was lazy. Most people could probably attest to this.
But when it comes to things I love, I am downright obsessive. I'm addicted. I have no idea how moderation works. I understand the concept, and that apparently everything is better that way, but I'm an all or nothing kind of gal.
And I love love my work. I love writing. People have asked me, "Are you afraid that you'll run out of ideas for books?" The answer is, "Heck no. I'm afraid I won't have time to work on all the ideas I already have."
Writing to me has always felt very... immediate. If I have something, I have to get it all out right now, before I lose it. And if I don't get it out right now, sometime I do lose it. And that's sad. For me, anyway.
But the moral of this story is that I have more things coming up than I know how to deal with. I have two books coming out this month (God willing), the final book in the Trylle Trilogy in January, plus I have stuff for two anthologies, and in January, I'm going to start writing a book with another author.
I'm theoretically taking time off from writing projects full time in January and February, and I plan to edit and get Virtue and Clandestine ready and maybe outline a few other ideas, get some other balls rolling.
I've been wanting to work on this sirens book for almost a year now, but there's always something else to work on. And I'm trying to clear my calendar so I can just work on it. So I think once I come back from vacation in January, I'm just going to dive into it.
Plus, I was thinking of working on Life Without Lila, which is something I started about two years ago, but really didn't see a market for it. (i.e. an agent would never able to sell it). So I let the idea die and worked on other things.
But now, I'd like to pick it up again. It's not YA and it's not paranormal or romance. So we'll see how it goes, or if I even pick it up again. Maybe it doesn't want to be picked up.
And I have this other novella that I wrote like nine years ago that I really wanted to work on. I reworked a few years back, and I actually sorta like it. Again, that's more literary fiction, and it's a novella. So I don't know if anybody really wants to read that either.
But I digress. Actually, I don't know if I'm digressing or not. I'm just thinking of all the things I want to get done, and how there isn't enough time to get them all done.
And I decided to ramble about it in a blog.
Also, I know I start a lot of my sentences with conjunctions. I do this in real life a lot to, especially to unrelated things. We'll be eating chicken and talking about the weather, and I'll say, "But I don't understand why Cosby wore those sweaters." It's my idiosyncrasy, and now you know.