Okay, this day snuck up on me. I just posted yesterday and here I am needing to say something pithy and profound and summative about the year that is rapidly heading toward extinction. And I need to say it quickly, because I went for a lovely ride on this cold, crisp afternoon and now I can't stay awake. I'll be lucky to make it to midnight East Coast time, and I live several times zones west of that one. . . (Guaranteed insomnia cure: exercise until you're frozen, come in and thaw out and eat a large dinner and then just TRY to stay awake!).
Okay, wise cracks out of the way, I do want to look back over the year. At the beginning of 2012, my writing was just about where it is now. . . except it was the first Ninja Librarian book I was trying to polish up, and now it's the second. Over the course of the year, I've seen my book in print, done author readings, and been recognized in the grocery store as a writer.
I have developed as a writer, doing a much better job of believing that it's a real job, and therefore should take precedent over many other things, including sweeping the floor. Not always there, but getting better. I've learned more about marketing than I ever guessed I would ever need to, and just enough to tell me that I've only scratched the surface. I've also learned that nothing about my new published status has made me any more eager to sit down with a flawed MS and do the hard work of turning it into a publishable book, but that having people waiting for the new book can inspire me to do even that. I think that's part of what it means to be a professional.
I have also learned that I can write short stories just for fun, and share them so that others can have fun too.
In my personal life, I have watched my boys get another year older, and seen my Eldest Son putting me to shame for his ability to write under nearly any conditions. While I want to crawl off alone, he sat in the middle of the family Xmas bash with his computer in front of him, and added page after page to his first novel. It's pretty good, too. I don't know whether to be a proud parent, or just chagrined that he manages to write, and well, under circumstances that made me give up (twelve people in our dinky house over the holidays, for example).
I have also done some great trips, including my first visit to Hawaii and a seven-day backpack trip
in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming (here and here). That was one of the most scenic
I've done, and the longest single backpack since I was 27 and hiked 200
miles of the Pacific Crest Trail. It was a lot more fun doing it with
my family than alone, as I did back then.
What do I wish for 2013? Aside, that is, from peace and love and general good stuff for all humanity. Let's stick with the personal here. Mostly, let's stick with what the writer wants.
1. Make writing a featured part of every day. Write like a professional. Except on Zero days.
2. Bring out the sequel to the Ninja Librarian (still mostly on track for Feb., though we are looking at the end of the month, not the beginning).
3. Either finish and publish my "PTA Murder" novel, or decide it has no future and start a new one.
4. Sell more books each month, find more followers for this blog, and discover more great reads for myself. Which I'll share if you are good.
5. Go for another backpack trip as glorious as last summer's. Swim even more, ride even more, and--the gods willing--become a runner again when my about-to-be-operated-on toe heals.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Take a Zero
I've been catching up on some through-hikers I was following last summer. For those of you who aren't backpackers (in the US sense, not the European sense), through-hikers are people who hike an entire long trail (Pacific Crest Trail, Appalachian Trail, etc.) in a single season (well, more like 3 seasons, starting very early in spring and continuing until they arrive at the end or snow gets too deep to manage, whichever comes first). I'd been following a couple of PCT hikers, and got distracted, so I went back yesterday and read the blogs all the way through, since they were all off the trail by late October. I don't know if this sort of thing is meant satisfy my desire to do a long hike, or feed it, but that's a post for another day.
What I wanted to talk about was the concept of a "Zero" or "Zero Day". A day in town or camp when you don't hike anywhere. Zero mileage. When you are trying to cover 2660 miles between late March and first snow in the North Cascades, you think a lot about miles (you also think a lot about miles between food drops, since taking a day too long could mean a day without dinner, not something you want to consider when hiking 20-25 miles/day). Spending a whole day without gaining any miles can be hard.
What I got to thinking about this afternoon is how hard it is for me to take a Zero, to stop doing all the things I'm supposed to be doing. Now, granted that on those "Zero Days" the hikers usually kept plenty busy--laundry and shopping and eating as many meals as they could jam in--in a sense they didn't do any of what they were there to do, i.e., hike. That's the beauty of a Zero. Just don't do it.
Maybe that's behind the old religious prohibition on doing any work on Sunday. If we humans don't know enough to take a rest day when we need it, maybe we need an outside force telling us to, before we burn ourselves out. Around here in the U.S. we've pretty much forgotten about that whole Day of Rest thing, but I'm old enough to remember when very very few stores were open on Sundays, and most people (except ministers) took the day off. Everyone took a Zero and was the better for it (eventually my Mom stopped cooking on Sundays, too, though not for religious reasons. She just needed a day off).
So today I really haven't done much. I finished two books last night, and read another clear through today. It was past time for me to do that, and it meant, as much as anything, getting the heck off the internet (where I'd been all yesterday afternoon, reading about through-hikers. . . ) and just reading a book. But I was also feeling pretty guilty. Not doing any writing, not cleaning up the post-holiday mess, just indulging myself. Like I did when I was a kid--curled up with a book for hours.
But here's the thing: on my "Zero", when I'm kind of beating myself up for not doing anything productive, I have puttered at a number of minor kitchen chores, baked a batch of bread, done a load of laundry, finally pulled out my dead and dying tomato plants and spaded compost into the beds to rot the rest of the winter in preparation for the spring planting, and cleaned up the mud I tracked into the house afterward.
See what I mean? I'm not too good at taking a Zero. Okay, yeah, I can take a day off from writing, especially the revisions I'm supposedly working on right now, all too easily. But the rest of my job is that of chief housekeeper and I can't seem to let it go. But the thing is: if the hikers don't take a Zero now and then, they break down. The body just won't keep it up, the mind wears down. Next thing you know, you've left the trail for permanent, not just for a day.
Now, I've a hunch that "trail fatigue" might happen to writers, too. Take a break or get the boot. I'm not so sure about housework, but I do know that a) it will never go away, and b) it will never go away. It'll still be there tomorrow. Take a Zero. Read a book and let the dust bunnies thrive one more day.
What I wanted to talk about was the concept of a "Zero" or "Zero Day". A day in town or camp when you don't hike anywhere. Zero mileage. When you are trying to cover 2660 miles between late March and first snow in the North Cascades, you think a lot about miles (you also think a lot about miles between food drops, since taking a day too long could mean a day without dinner, not something you want to consider when hiking 20-25 miles/day). Spending a whole day without gaining any miles can be hard.
What I got to thinking about this afternoon is how hard it is for me to take a Zero, to stop doing all the things I'm supposed to be doing. Now, granted that on those "Zero Days" the hikers usually kept plenty busy--laundry and shopping and eating as many meals as they could jam in--in a sense they didn't do any of what they were there to do, i.e., hike. That's the beauty of a Zero. Just don't do it.
Maybe that's behind the old religious prohibition on doing any work on Sunday. If we humans don't know enough to take a rest day when we need it, maybe we need an outside force telling us to, before we burn ourselves out. Around here in the U.S. we've pretty much forgotten about that whole Day of Rest thing, but I'm old enough to remember when very very few stores were open on Sundays, and most people (except ministers) took the day off. Everyone took a Zero and was the better for it (eventually my Mom stopped cooking on Sundays, too, though not for religious reasons. She just needed a day off).
So today I really haven't done much. I finished two books last night, and read another clear through today. It was past time for me to do that, and it meant, as much as anything, getting the heck off the internet (where I'd been all yesterday afternoon, reading about through-hikers. . . ) and just reading a book. But I was also feeling pretty guilty. Not doing any writing, not cleaning up the post-holiday mess, just indulging myself. Like I did when I was a kid--curled up with a book for hours.
But here's the thing: on my "Zero", when I'm kind of beating myself up for not doing anything productive, I have puttered at a number of minor kitchen chores, baked a batch of bread, done a load of laundry, finally pulled out my dead and dying tomato plants and spaded compost into the beds to rot the rest of the winter in preparation for the spring planting, and cleaned up the mud I tracked into the house afterward.
See what I mean? I'm not too good at taking a Zero. Okay, yeah, I can take a day off from writing, especially the revisions I'm supposedly working on right now, all too easily. But the rest of my job is that of chief housekeeper and I can't seem to let it go. But the thing is: if the hikers don't take a Zero now and then, they break down. The body just won't keep it up, the mind wears down. Next thing you know, you've left the trail for permanent, not just for a day.
Now, I've a hunch that "trail fatigue" might happen to writers, too. Take a break or get the boot. I'm not so sure about housework, but I do know that a) it will never go away, and b) it will never go away. It'll still be there tomorrow. Take a Zero. Read a book and let the dust bunnies thrive one more day.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Wishing Everyone. . .
The Joyous midwinter celebration of your choice
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