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Woke up this morning to news of the bombings, jarring and horrible, and my heart goes out to all the people of London. Sounds like most of the SF writing/editing/publishing types there are okay.

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Life is quiet and has a certain rhythm lately. Heather and I went over to the high school basketball courts (pretty much right behind our house) last night, and shot hoops for a while. Good exercise, and none of the kids practicing out there made fun of us, and none of the adults chased us away or had us arrested for trespassing. (Actually, Heather is friends with one of the basketball coaches, who told her it was fine for us to use the courts.) The convenience of having a court so close to our house is amazing. We don't have to drive to play! I'm hoping to get over there a few times a week. I might actually get in shape this way, though I'm not counting on it.

I'm writing, too. At least, the past couple of nights I've been good about sitting down around 10 p.m. with the intention of writing at least 1,000 words on the Bridge novel. (I've actually done more like 1,500 words a night, which is good.) The hope is that, if I can keep up some kind of regular writing schedule, I'll be able to get a draft of this book done within the next couple of months. I need to do some outlining today, because last night I hit the limit of my scene-by-scene outline, and so now it's all sort of vague and big and far-off. I know what happens, basically, but I need to figure out how to get from here to there.

Last night was very well-balanced, by and large. Some writing, some dinner, some physical game play, some computer game play, some time hanging out with Heather. I like balance. It's very hard to achieve. There never seems to be enough time to do everything, at least, not without skimping on everything. But on those rare nights when I can mix things together in the right proportion, I always feel more content and focused and happy.

I'm honestly very fond of all kinds of excess, but I tend to function better when I exert moderation in all things.




	Tropism Tim Pratt's Journal Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 2802922 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2005-07-07 5:50 PM Balancing Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) Woke up this morning to news of the bombings, jarring and horrible, and my heart goes out to all the people of London. Sounds like most of the SF writing/editing/publishing types there are okay. *** Life is quiet and has a certain rhythm lately. Heather and I went over to the high school basketball courts (pretty much right behind our house) last night, and shot hoops for a while. Good exercise, and none of the kids practicing out there made fun of us, and none of the adults chased us away or had us arrested for trespassing. (Actually, Heather is friends with one of the basketball coaches, who told her it was fine for us to use the courts.) The convenience of having a court so close to our house is amazing. We don't have to drive to play! I'm hoping to get over there a few times a week. I might actually get in shape this way, though I'm not counting on it. I'm writing, too. At least, the past couple of nights I've been good about sitting down around 10 p.m. with the intention of writing at least 1,000 words on the Bridge novel. (I've actually done more like 1,500 words a night, which is good.) The hope is that, if I can keep up some kind of regular writing schedule, I'll be able to get a draft of this book done within the next couple of months. I need to do some outlining today, because last night I hit the limit of my scene-by-scene outline, and so now it's all sort of vague and big and far-off. I know what happens, basically, but I need to figure out how to get from here to there. Last night was very well-balanced, by and large. Some writing, some dinner, some physical game play, some computer game play, some time hanging out with Heather. I like balance. It's very hard to achieve. There never seems to be enough time to do everything, at least, not without skimping on everything. But on those rare nights when I can mix things together in the right proportion, I always feel more content and focused and happy. I'm honestly very fond of all kinds of excess, but I tend to function better when I exert moderation in all things. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top