No updates recently as there hasn't been movement on the novel front. Editor Jenn is doing a final runthrough before sending it to copyedits, and is waiting for her boss to nail down a release date.
The time between projects is always strange for me: I work well to deadlines, and the end of a story functions as a kind of finish line, continually spurring me forward. I have a fortunate combination of imagination and discipline, which means that it's easy for me to sit down and write every day.
The problem is, once I start on a project I tend to forgo everything else. When I was little, my mom actually forbade me from readings books until I had finished my chores. She knew that if I picked one up, I would disappear for the rest of the day until I'd finished, and then I'd be hopelessly muzzy-headed.
I'm still that way, except now it's about my own writing. There's a lot going on in my life right now--school, work, academic and scholarship applications, family crises--and if I start writing something new I'm not sure that I'll remember to cover all my bases.
I suppose that's what it means to be a grown-up: you learn to do your own chores. How tiresome.
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