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lagilmanThe past few weeks have been...busy. But this morning I was able to pause and consider the fact that I am, for the moment, almost caught up. I've crossed the ts and dotted the is for all the Nocturne stuff pending; PoL is still being looked at by Outside Eyes; I've done the once-over on the story for someone else; my betas haven't gotten back to me about "Albatros;" "Fairy Dusted" is done, and I don't have to actually write Katya's story for a month or so yet... so the only thing that I have to work on today is Vineart 2. And I'm really enjoying the hell out of it -- in that "oh god it's killing me" way that's enjoyment to a writer, anyway.
So I'm taking a pause, sitting here in my windowseat and drinking my coffee, watching my down-the-hall-neighbor introduce his infant son to the recently-trimmed hedges, teaching him the words in English and Chinese, exchanging a smile with the crazy-haired woman walking her bulldog, all of us so much more comfortable in this morning's cooler weather, and I'm thinking... Life? Is pretty good. For all the insanity of the past twelve months, the pain and the uncertainty and the too much work and the fear of not-enough-work... sometimes all it takes is for the heat wave to break, just a little, so you can remember that this is all supposed to be enjoyable, too.
Yeah, I know: a lot of people believe that the purpose of work is to earn money, so you can do fun things later. Only we've learned the hard way this past year that the money may not always be there the way we planned... so there has to be more to what we do, every day. Otherwise we're just slogging through, day by day, for...what?
I know my answer: for the feeling I get when I wrote something that works, when I understand something better for having written about it (or indirectly around it), when I get feedback that says "yes, this works, this worked for me, I understand; I thought or I felt my way to a better place because of that thing you wrote."
Do you have a joy in your daily work, that goes beyond a paycheck? What is it?
[and, for those of you who need a bit of adorkitude to your morning:
]
So I'm taking a pause, sitting here in my windowseat and drinking my coffee, watching my down-the-hall-neighbor introduce his infant son to the recently-trimmed hedges, teaching him the words in English and Chinese, exchanging a smile with the crazy-haired woman walking her bulldog, all of us so much more comfortable in this morning's cooler weather, and I'm thinking... Life? Is pretty good. For all the insanity of the past twelve months, the pain and the uncertainty and the too much work and the fear of not-enough-work... sometimes all it takes is for the heat wave to break, just a little, so you can remember that this is all supposed to be enjoyable, too.
Yeah, I know: a lot of people believe that the purpose of work is to earn money, so you can do fun things later. Only we've learned the hard way this past year that the money may not always be there the way we planned... so there has to be more to what we do, every day. Otherwise we're just slogging through, day by day, for...what?
I know my answer: for the feeling I get when I wrote something that works, when I understand something better for having written about it (or indirectly around it), when I get feedback that says "yes, this works, this worked for me, I understand; I thought or I felt my way to a better place because of that thing you wrote."
Do you have a joy in your daily work, that goes beyond a paycheck? What is it?
[and, for those of you who need a bit of adorkitude to your morning:
]
