If you’ve noticed more than my usual quota of typos lately, please forgive me.
I’m multitasking. I wasn’t made to multitask.
Here’s a smidge of what’s going on:
- RebelFire: Out of the Gray Zone will be going into its Kindle edition any time now. Not that I’ve done much to get it there; the bulk of the work has been my new partner/publisher’s. But I’ve done my bit with (interruptive and distracting) this-n-that’s.
- I’m about 1/4 done editing The Freedom Outlaws Handbook for a third edition. The other day I called it a second edition, but that’s because in the 12 years since the last round of revisions, I forgot how much I’d changed back then. So. THIRD edition. In progress.
- That same other day I hinted at a collaborative project it was too early to say much about. I’ll say a little something about it below. But that, too, is moving. And fasssssssst.
- Then this morning, The Wandering Monk, who has been mysteriously mum lately (hint: I think it involves a new girlfriend, in which case I may have to give him a new alias) called and said tomorrow’s a good day for a winter weather work party. It’ll just be a one-day thing. But the progress we make tomorrow will allow me to move on to the mostly solo effort of drywalling the bedroom and putting up its tongue-and-groove pine ceiling. That’ll be my November. In December the Monk comes back for more.
- I also drafted another brief scene for the new RebelFire story. Now it’s merely a matter of polishing it and putting it on Patreon for subscribers to preview. I confess I’m not sure when that will be.
In short, whew. So if you continue to spot typos, just know I’m typing as fast as I can. Sometimes typing too fast for my clumsy fingers to keep up with my brain.
Now, as to that collaborative project … I’m still not ready to talk about the thing itself. Soon. But I will say this: my writing partner is terrifying. Absolutely, utterly, monster-movie terrifying.
In a good way, you know.
But terrifying. Under circumstances that would have me swooning melodramatically onto a fainting couch (if I had a fainting couch) …
… this person can whup out a solid chapter of writing — and I mean solid, good work — in a weekend while also … well, let’s just say this person was born to multitask. And did I mention — is so freakin’ scary it’s inhuman.
No way can I keep up with my end of the work at that pace. Can’t even try. Still, that level of progress coming at me puts juuuuust enough performance pressure on me that I attempt not to lag more than a week or so behind. Typos there, too. But typos can be undone. So there we are.
I wouldn’t want to do this for months on end. But as a creative binge with an end (or at least a break) somewhere in sight, it’s a rush.