It’s been an odd year for me, writing-wise.
Under my wallet name, I translated two long poems and a handful of shorts, and polished and posted a longer original poem, part of a series. I have in queue a couple more original poems to finish polishing and posting (including a Chaucerian AU of Ovid). I also revised and polished three stories, of which posted one, sent the second on submission, and … um, lost track of the third. Should be ready for submission, I think. Also lost track of: finishing publication of a collection of translations, previously created as a single-copy presentation edition given to my mother.
Under a handle not connected to my wallet name, I revised and posted three novels of erotica and a couple shorts, and just finished a draft of another novel, a sequel.
No new poetry, except for two in-character poems in the novel, and no new fanfic. And no progress on rewriting the YA novel on deck, but that’s situation normal since parenthood.
Whether feeling deeply unsettled is symptom or (partial) cause of all this, I cannot tell. Regardless, an odd year.
---L.
Subject quote from It’s Gonna Get Better, Genesis.
Under my wallet name, I translated two long poems and a handful of shorts, and polished and posted a longer original poem, part of a series. I have in queue a couple more original poems to finish polishing and posting (including a Chaucerian AU of Ovid). I also revised and polished three stories, of which posted one, sent the second on submission, and … um, lost track of the third. Should be ready for submission, I think. Also lost track of: finishing publication of a collection of translations, previously created as a single-copy presentation edition given to my mother.
Under a handle not connected to my wallet name, I revised and posted three novels of erotica and a couple shorts, and just finished a draft of another novel, a sequel.
No new poetry, except for two in-character poems in the novel, and no new fanfic. And no progress on rewriting the YA novel on deck, but that’s situation normal since parenthood.
Whether feeling deeply unsettled is symptom or (partial) cause of all this, I cannot tell. Regardless, an odd year.
---L.
Subject quote from It’s Gonna Get Better, Genesis.
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Date: 1 January 2021 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 1 January 2021 07:35 pm (UTC)That sounds like a lot, especially during the end of an age.
My take on unsettled is that it's amorphous and general this year, for anyone paying attention.
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Date: 1 January 2021 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 1 January 2021 08:57 pm (UTC)Do you need to know?
I have been trying to avoid unscrewing the inscrutable and finding it helps, some. The dread is permitted to be amorphous.
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Date: 2 January 2021 12:27 am (UTC)But contra your reading of the last sentence, it does bring joy, quite a bit. But I’m also disconcerted. And celebratory.
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Date: 2 January 2021 02:33 pm (UTC)A big part of it is I've only so many creative spoons a day. But also, different processors go on- and offline in patterns I cannot discern.
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Date: 2 January 2021 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2 January 2021 02:34 pm (UTC)ETA: And, posted.
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