Phoenix Living

I bought my own climbing gear today. Harness, ATC, chalk and bag, shoes. My climbing shoes are awesome; small orange and black shoes that cling to my feet, delineating the high arches and insteps. They even come to tiny points at the toes for greater precision; on my feet, they look like little elf shoes.

My carabiner and chalk bag match my little orange shoes; I wonder if I can spiffy up the plain gray harness without causing problems…

Tonight’s the last night before the holiday weekend the wall is open. My legs and feet aren’t doing well today, but I’m hoping with some stretching I can get some wall time in.

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I’m also thinking seriously about a punching bag in the backyard. I have gloves from when I was a kid, I think I even vaguely remember proper form. My need for touch is so pathologic right now I sometimes grasp too hard when reaching out; the emotion-skin connection too easily overwhelms. My awareness of my own physical strength is shifting and I have to learn the body controls anew as I discover previously unnoticed changes. Violent visions begin to invade my dreams. There’s too much screaming inside.

Or wait, are those my characters instead?  Writing will tell the tale…but I think the “sound body, sound mind” philosophy is looking mighty attractive.

Oooh now that’s just a lovely phrase. Say it a few times with me. Tidying detritus, {repeat}. Once you’ve completely removed all sense and meaning from the words, please feel free to move on to the rest of the entry.

I cleaned up a scene to post in the writer’s group (and send to my Mom, she liked it), wherein I fanfic-ed myself by writing a crossover scene between my main protagonist from my current novel-in-progress and the main character from the collaborative project story I’m about to start writing (probably when this entry is done, since we were going to clean my room but I’m waiting for breakfast instead). This was really fun.

I panicked (not really) at getting back from all the con-going to find that I’d piled up enough rejections that I only had ONE piece out circulating. I cleaned up those loose ends and now have three things oot and aboot and more on that massive list from yesterday coming soon to a flatscreen or book near you (or at least a slush pile).

I wrote an author bio and picked a pic for the “Taking Flight” anthology where my story “The Reap Assessors” is included. Waiting for permission to use the picture, plan to send that off today.

Other than the list, looks like the only writing I need to finish is compiling the notes from 4th street. Seems like that’s a good activity to pair with getting writing done; I can either write up my notes or write on stories. Either way, writing is getting done, and the joy spreads. (Or sometimes oozes and dribbles.) Dunno what I’m on about today with all the parenthetical statements, I’m sure it’ll work itself out. And now, some phrases much harder to say clearly in repetition than tidying detritus:
Unique New York

Red Leather, Yellow Leather

Toy Boat

Cinnamon, Synonym

More? Theater warm-ups people remember? My mouth no more wishes to sit in solemn silence, no matter how dull or dark the dock. Hee hee.

Forget your legs and feet are numb, trust your body is where it is and you’ll find the sensation again.

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July is a packed month in an entirely different way from June. No cons, not much leaving the house, but tons of shop work, house work, and most (and best) of all, writing work! I spent 5 hours in work meetings today, largely positive and a good start to a busy and balanced month. We’ve spent probably that much time again talking here at the Dream Cafe about our pet collaborative project this evening, both in and out of the hot tub.

I’m going to attempt to list my works in progress and (very roughly) when they will be done. Once I write the next blog entry I’ll probably move this data to “My Writing” page so I can monitor my progress better. (I also use the submissions tracker over at duotrope.com for a different way of tracking what is out where. What with all the traveling I’m down to barely anything at all circulating for publication. This can’t go on!) Plus I have to learn to balance collaborative and personal projects, lay in those good habits right at the start so I’ll have less integration problems later.

Therefore, in order of when they need to be done…

* a short story for consideration in an anthology due July 31 (already have notes, general ideas of characters and plot, and it’s been cooking for a month in my head. This one will be drafted quite soon.)

* meeting with mom about big brain business fun, preferably first meeting in sometime in July (if Kit and I can gather notes in timely fashion)

* 21st century storytelling paper (collaborating with Kit O’Connell) due September 25 (also need presentation ready)

* story of some length no shorter than a short story but potentially up to novel length, from collaborative project, due at same time as paper (preferably before; looks like I’ll be branching out into learning to write a mystery story. Fun!)

* other diverse collaborative project bits, due same as above two

* magical realism story with the twins, due as soon as it gels enough to write

* Elliot’s story, due as soon as I figure out major structural horribleness

* novel-in-progress, first draft due end of December at latest (I solved the Chapter 7 problem: I’m ignoring it, leaving it in outline form, and moving on to chapter 8. I’ll be wading through with editorial scythe once the draft is done anyway; so far there are about two chapters that approach anything resembling “good”.)

* other sundry projects, both related to the novel and not, due whenever they jump out of my head and onto the page

This doesn’t mention at all the 5 single-spaced pages of poem and story ideas that could demand brain space at any time, nor all the writing ideas I hide in my LJ and forget to tag. I think that should keep me busy for at least a month or two, yes?

Didn’t get to phone or climbing shoe errands today, hopefully tomorrow.