All in all, I’m doing pretty well, really. I’m writing the last chapter of the book, and although I’ve got some ideas for additions that I’ll work on when I’m doing the first revision, it’s going OK. I’m learning to trust myself, which is actually the single hardest thing for me to do as a writer–I haven’t yet learned the knack of not comparing my first drafts to Steve Gould’s or Elizabeth Bear’s or James Macdonald’s and Debra Doyle’s or Ken Macleod’s final, published drafts. But I’m getting there.
The Day Job is, well, the day job. My classes are mostly easy, and being prepared and planning weeks in advance is helping me stay on top of things, mostly. But the administration implemented a foolish “fix” for a recurring problem from last year that is actually making things harder on me, and the other teachers, too. So, that’s a mess.
Home is home, which is to say that some days are amazing, and other days less so. This is married life, I guess. My family does their best to give me space to write, but it doesn’t always work. Theoretically I have one night a week to duck out and write on my own, but I never seem to take it–which is an ongoing issue in our home, anyway: I am notoriously bad at taking what I need, even if everyone else in my life wants me to.
Anyway, this book will be finished soon. Then on to the next.