oh no. she's thinking again.

It was brought to my attention this weekend that many of you think that I am amazingly busy and super-efficient and just reading this LJ makes you tired.

It may (or may not) reassure (or amuse, or horrify) you to know that I do not consider myself an efficient time-user at all, and often stare at the screen and think "I could be so much more effective/productive than I am."

Weekend's realization: it's too late to wonder what I want to be when I grow up. I am, and this is it. Not a bad realization, I suppose. But somewhat disconcerting.

And now I must go attempt to be busy and at least semi-efficient...

Lookie! Linkie!

Andrew Wheeler is being Mostly Wise about genres and authorial insecurities and obessions....



(those of you who pay attention already know my feeling about genres, genre-specializing, and genre-identification-obsessing. For those who are new, a summation: stop worrying, and tell me a story)