Change is the path life takes
Sep. 10th, 2015 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe subject line is a wise little tag that I just recently learned from a new friend's rather good series; but the truth is that I have known this bone-deep for the most of my life, and yet it still surprises me, and yet I still resent it.
It's only a couple of weeks ago I was explaining to Karen how I'd finally figured out why I still hadn't published all my backlist with Book View Cafe, and it was just because I really really hated everything about that process, that forced change from novelist to publisher/promoter/project manager: how none of this lay within my skill set or my comfort zone, and I could only ever conceivably be happy in the old dispensation, in the past.
And today I have been working on cleaning up the OCR'd text of PARADISE, my novel of long ago, and thoroughly enjoying the process of rediscovery, because it is twenty years since I read this book and y'know what? - it ain't half bad; and I have drawn up the contract to commission artwork for the cover of its new release; and I have been working on the Patreon appeal for my Chalet-School-on-Mars project; and I have been working through some ideas that self and colleague are batting about for a proposed collaboration, regardless of how I've been telling everybody for ever how much I hate collaborating; and - yeah. Change is the path life takes, and sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes it can even feel like a good thing, despite internal resistance.
And in other news:
Barry would like you clearly to understand that this box was giving way at the seams long before he decided to adopt it as his place of rest. *nods*
And my poor Barry: we have begun feeding him on the world's most ridiculously expensive cat kibble (it's basically rabbits and peas, and rabbits are not a cheap meat here in California, oh no) in hopes of dissuading him from licking all the fur off his nether regions; and we were just starting indeed to be hopeful, a few days in and there seemed to be stubble on his tummy and he was spending his days dozing rather than licking - and then suddenly the temperature climbed twenty degrees, and we are in high-nineties heatwave again, and he is lick-lick-lick, and we don't know how much of that is allergy and how much is heat discomfort, and oh I could so have done without this, thank you climate...
It's only a couple of weeks ago I was explaining to Karen how I'd finally figured out why I still hadn't published all my backlist with Book View Cafe, and it was just because I really really hated everything about that process, that forced change from novelist to publisher/promoter/project manager: how none of this lay within my skill set or my comfort zone, and I could only ever conceivably be happy in the old dispensation, in the past.
And today I have been working on cleaning up the OCR'd text of PARADISE, my novel of long ago, and thoroughly enjoying the process of rediscovery, because it is twenty years since I read this book and y'know what? - it ain't half bad; and I have drawn up the contract to commission artwork for the cover of its new release; and I have been working on the Patreon appeal for my Chalet-School-on-Mars project; and I have been working through some ideas that self and colleague are batting about for a proposed collaboration, regardless of how I've been telling everybody for ever how much I hate collaborating; and - yeah. Change is the path life takes, and sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes it can even feel like a good thing, despite internal resistance.
And in other news:
Barry would like you clearly to understand that this box was giving way at the seams long before he decided to adopt it as his place of rest. *nods*
And my poor Barry: we have begun feeding him on the world's most ridiculously expensive cat kibble (it's basically rabbits and peas, and rabbits are not a cheap meat here in California, oh no) in hopes of dissuading him from licking all the fur off his nether regions; and we were just starting indeed to be hopeful, a few days in and there seemed to be stubble on his tummy and he was spending his days dozing rather than licking - and then suddenly the temperature climbed twenty degrees, and we are in high-nineties heatwave again, and he is lick-lick-lick, and we don't know how much of that is allergy and how much is heat discomfort, and oh I could so have done without this, thank you climate...