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The good news is, my clients are happy enough with my work that they want to pay me for more hours of it. The bad news is, I've said yes, because somehow I've taken it into my head that that's the only way to make it to both Seattle and Glasgow, and the thought of having to choose between events makes me vaguely queasy. It's cool that Beowulf Boy's mother wants me to take on the younger son, too, and I don't mind that the tutoring company that brought me in for hard cases and Shakespeare trouble is fielding calls from parents who want somebody to walk their kids line by line through the Scottish play. It's just...where are those five hours going to come from?
They can't come out of my writing time. Period.
There aren't five hours of exercise left to sacrifice in a typical week.
I've already given up about a third of the time I used to have with Dan--most nights I don't get home from my last tutoring session until nearly 9pm.
So all the time I spend reading blogs (more than five hours a week lately--how did that happen?) is going back into the writing. I'm quitting cold turkey, as of now, until the equinox. There are some very practical reasons for holding out until the 21st, but they're too tiresome to go into here.
Yeah, I know I'm no Teresa Nielsen Hayden, and possibly nobody would notice my sabbatical if I didn't say anything about it, but there are enough people on my friends list who use lj as their first signaling method when they need to send out an S.O.S. that I'd be an irresponsible friend if I just disappeared. So:
Assume I won't see anything you post on your blog between now and March 21. If any of you need me, please let me know by other means. I'll still be checking email daily and answering my phone--this isn't the dissertation again, thank the gods. I'm still enthusiastically available to my friends. Just not to my friends' blogs, alas.
They can't come out of my writing time. Period.
There aren't five hours of exercise left to sacrifice in a typical week.
I've already given up about a third of the time I used to have with Dan--most nights I don't get home from my last tutoring session until nearly 9pm.
So all the time I spend reading blogs (more than five hours a week lately--how did that happen?) is going back into the writing. I'm quitting cold turkey, as of now, until the equinox. There are some very practical reasons for holding out until the 21st, but they're too tiresome to go into here.
Yeah, I know I'm no Teresa Nielsen Hayden, and possibly nobody would notice my sabbatical if I didn't say anything about it, but there are enough people on my friends list who use lj as their first signaling method when they need to send out an S.O.S. that I'd be an irresponsible friend if I just disappeared. So:
Assume I won't see anything you post on your blog between now and March 21. If any of you need me, please let me know by other means. I'll still be checking email daily and answering my phone--this isn't the dissertation again, thank the gods. I'm still enthusiastically available to my friends. Just not to my friends' blogs, alas.
