Back to Reality
I haven't been in the mood to do anything since I got back on Saturday. Not that I had much of a choice in my schedule. I had Sunday off, then, bang, right back to work on Monday. Why do I do this, again? Oh right, they pay me.
I am truly exhausted, though, so I haven't been getting up early to write, and I didn't get anything done in San Francisco, (knew that would happen.) I'm not going to beat myself up over it, however. The two long plane rides gave me lots of time to do critiques and make some edits to chapter 3, which I'm mailing out next week for my TNEO second round submission.
TNEO is short for The Never Ending Odyssey and it's the Odyssey Workshop extension week for writers who've been through the program. About twenty or so Odyssey grads participate every year, there are three submission deadlines (April 15th, May 15th and June 15th) and then at the end of July, everyone goes to New Hampshire and sits in a big circle and critiques each other's work. The submission and critiquing schedule is kinda grueling, especially around this time of year, since May is sweeps month, but the TNEO deadlines are the perfect goad to force me to write and, more importantly, finish things, so I struggle through it.
Chapter 3, which was giving me so much trouble a few weeks ago, is, well, still giving me trouble. I'm trying to shave some wordage off it, and, though it's not total crap, it's still not as good as I want it to be. Again, I just keep repeating to myself: it doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be perfect. That seems to be making me feel a little better. But only a little.
Oh, and by the way, I HATE GOLF! I'm writing this in the control room, so, Andrew, you know what I'm talking about.
I am truly exhausted, though, so I haven't been getting up early to write, and I didn't get anything done in San Francisco, (knew that would happen.) I'm not going to beat myself up over it, however. The two long plane rides gave me lots of time to do critiques and make some edits to chapter 3, which I'm mailing out next week for my TNEO second round submission.
TNEO is short for The Never Ending Odyssey and it's the Odyssey Workshop extension week for writers who've been through the program. About twenty or so Odyssey grads participate every year, there are three submission deadlines (April 15th, May 15th and June 15th) and then at the end of July, everyone goes to New Hampshire and sits in a big circle and critiques each other's work. The submission and critiquing schedule is kinda grueling, especially around this time of year, since May is sweeps month, but the TNEO deadlines are the perfect goad to force me to write and, more importantly, finish things, so I struggle through it.
Chapter 3, which was giving me so much trouble a few weeks ago, is, well, still giving me trouble. I'm trying to shave some wordage off it, and, though it's not total crap, it's still not as good as I want it to be. Again, I just keep repeating to myself: it doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be perfect. That seems to be making me feel a little better. But only a little.
Oh, and by the way, I HATE GOLF! I'm writing this in the control room, so, Andrew, you know what I'm talking about.
1 Comments:
Hahahahahaha!
This is public doman so I'm biting my digital tongue.
"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? 'Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga.' So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know. And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money exchanged, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."
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