Writing Metrics for August 22 through September 3, 2011

This was a more-or-less planned outage for Writing Metrics. My parents came into town from halfway across the country to see our new home and celebrate my birthday (I'm 55, thanks; still going strong). It was an amazing visit, with many good times, much great cooking, and a lovely housewarming party with all the friends we have in the area who never stopped being our friends during our nine year sojourn in the Bay Area. I have to admit that I wasn't originally too thrilled with the idea of moving back to Sacramento - I'm a big city person at heart, and if I had my choice I'd be living in Manhattan or smack in the middle of Chicago -- but there's nothing in the world like a houseful of really good friends. Which means that, despite everything, it feels wonderful to be home.

Even while my parents were here, work also attacked. I have become very popular with my new firm since I started in February, and the 60 hours per month I promised them has grown pretty dramatically. Last week I worked from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m. two days in a row. Not surprisingly, I spent yesterday flat on my back with the worst migraine I've had in years.

Need I say that none of this was conducive to writing fiction or memoir or even book reviews?

The good news is that I've scored a membership in the World Fantasy Convention in San Diego at the end of October. I am majorly psyched about this convention. I've been twice before and always had a wonderful time. I'm sort of hoping that my work with the Fantasy Literature blog will have raised my profile a bit, so that when I approach an author I hold in high esteem, he or she won't be polite but distant; actually, that doesn't happen that much (this is a great group of people), but it's sort of nice to be recognized. I hope to blog the convention for Fantasy Literature, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, I've finally finished reading Kat Richardson's Downpour, and should have a review at Fantasy Literature quite soon. I've also torn through Duane Swierczynski's Fun and Games at the speed of light, and there will be a review of that book on this site in fairly short order. Do keep checking back, please!

Welcome back.

The jury is out; you work too much. There can be no rebuttal. No job is worth your health. (Not that I would know seeing as I have two jobs that aren't worth the price of the shirt I'm wearing...)

Happy Birthday! Glad to hear you had a nice time with the family in the new house. I've never been to Sacramento but for some reason I never associated it with 'small town America.' Shows you what I know.

I have a feeling you'll be a regular celebrity a the Convention.

Balance is hard to find

Sacramento isn't exactly a small town, you're right; it's a small city. But we don't even live in the city itself -- we're in a suburb, in a tract development. A nice development, no doubt, but still, sort of a farm in which the crop is houses, if you know what I mean. A day doesn't go by in which I don't remark to my husband that I love this house, but gosh, I'd give it all up in a hot second for a loft in Manhattan.

Yes, I'm working too hard. I'm in that honeymoon period in which I'm considered something rather special. That I'll work until all hours if something is really DUE only serves to confirm the good impression folks have of me. But miss a deadline or two, and popularity fades very fast. So I'm going to have to figure out how to deal with this and find a bit of balance in my life. I'm really tired of not having any time to read.

Thanks for the birthday wishes! Birthdays that equal common speed limits are usually a bit difficult to take, and I'm finally admitting I'm middle-aged. (Okay, I've been middle-aged for some time now, but I'm only now admitting it.)

As to the convention, I won't be anything like a celebrity, believe me. I just hope one or two folks remember who I am from a review or a past convention or Facebook. And I hope I can avoid my usual attacks of shyness -- I still find it hard to believe that authors aren't gods, but mere humans (even though I live with one (a human, not a god)).

The migraine is still hanging around; I think it's simply there to enforce relaxation this holiday weekend. Not sure that it's not worth putting up with the pain, ya know?

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