So for the last thirty years or so, whenever I’ve been working on a book or short story (which has been most of the time), I would do it in the mornings before going (or, since our office closed, “going”) to work. Also, for the past 15 years or so, when I’ve been working on the blog—mostly not this one, of course, but rather, the one with the animals on it—I’ve been doing that in the mornings befor work, too, or else on the weekends. But it’s only the last year or so that I’ve been trying to work on a book and do a daily post on the animals’ blog, and that, it turns out, is just a little too much to manage.
Now of course I went back to doing daily posts over on the animals’ blog after finishing up the editing and publication process on Father’s Books, when I decided to take a little break from the novel-writing (it had been a long couple of years, and not just because of the pandemic), and I had kind of forgotten how much fun it was to send the critters off on their goofy adventures, even if it’s not quite the same as it was when Dennis and the gang were around. But after a while I decided to try revisiting some of my old, unfinished books, to see if I could wrap one or two of them up. My plan was that I would do a post for the animals, then do some writing for the novel (goal: 500 words per day), then do my daily morning exercise (can’t skip that, as I credit that routine with helping me not die and stuff), and then go to work. Oh and also I was going to find time in there to visit/comment on other blogs, because, after all, one can’t expect to get visits and comments if one doesn’t reciprocate.* But as it turns out there are only so many hours in the day, and unless I want to do extremely perfunctory animal blog posts, there just isn’t time to get those done, write 500 words, visit other blogs, get the blood moving on the rowing machine or the Bowflex, and go to work to get the green papers to keep the critters in kibble. What to do, what to do …
After thinking about it for a while, I have come to the conclusion that, since the number of readers who will be disappointed not to see daily posts from the animals dwarfs the number of readers who will be disappointed if my new book is delayed, I have decided that I will rearrange my schedule so that I do the animal blog posts and reader-visiting during the week, and do novel-writing on weekends. This may not seem like a big change, but I’m pretty wedded to my routines (just ask anyone, they’ll tell you!**), so it’s a pretty major shift for me. I figure if I can get 1500-2000 words done over the weekend, I’ll be ahead of where I am now with the progress, and if I can’t, well, to be honest, after The Event, I was never sure I had another book in me***; going back to pick up one of the unfinished ones was as much an exercise to find that out as it was to actually get one done. We’ll see how it goes.
In the meantime, does anyone want to watch a game show?
* Unless one is like Taylor Swift or whatever. Which I am most definitely not.
** I even have a routine where I wear button-down shirts, dress socks, and a particular set of shoes during the week, to distinguish work days from weekends.
*** Although I have recovered pretty much completely from The Event, I can tell it took something out of me. For one thing, my dreams never did go back to the way they used to be before; now I mostly dream about boring things like being at work or forgetting my mask when I go to the store, instead of, you know, planetary alien invasions or zombie apocalypses or having to escape from cataclysmic volcanic eruptions. You know, the usual.