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May. 26th, 2016 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueNot dead; short on writing time even more so than always. Not that I think anybody reading this was worried, because as far as I know the only people who read this are people with whom I correspond either through e-mail or the occasional blog comment, and that part I still manage. My folks were in town for a few weeks, plus I'm editing a friend's novel and trying to wedge in some time when my husband and I are simultaneously awake, offline, and in the same room.
Even at the best of times, my schedule of the moment only allows me 20 hrs per week of writing/thinking time, in maximum 2-hr tranches. Not that I don't think and jot round the clock, but it's next to impossible to produce anything with a throughline if you can't count on at least 20 minutes until the next interruption. Basically I have to triage toward stuff that's going to make me money or that's artistically important. Usually it's not a full 20 hours, either; usually 5 to 10 of those go to other stuff like laundry and showers I can't put off anymore, or napping because I had to deal with something overnight.
That's not an excuse for not writing journal entries, because I don't need one. It's a journal entry. Add some kind of rotating mild ilness (at present, chest cold) and this is my life right now.
Even at the best of times, my schedule of the moment only allows me 20 hrs per week of writing/thinking time, in maximum 2-hr tranches. Not that I don't think and jot round the clock, but it's next to impossible to produce anything with a throughline if you can't count on at least 20 minutes until the next interruption. Basically I have to triage toward stuff that's going to make me money or that's artistically important. Usually it's not a full 20 hours, either; usually 5 to 10 of those go to other stuff like laundry and showers I can't put off anymore, or napping because I had to deal with something overnight.
That's not an excuse for not writing journal entries, because I don't need one. It's a journal entry. Add some kind of rotating mild ilness (at present, chest cold) and this is my life right now.
