The author, overworked
Monday, September 1st, 2008 01:07 pmIt's being one of those days where all the things I must do, Real Life, have gotten in the way of the other things that I must do, Writing Life, and my mood is none the better for it.
One of the things that I must do is make the SRM accounting and other related office-type work less of a time-sink. Much less of a time-sink. Steve and I are pretty evenly divided in our strengths and weaknesses, and I'm strong -- by training, if not necessarily by inclination -- in Stupid Office Stuff: bookkeeping, filing, and the never-ending etcetera.
Silly as it is, Office Stuff takes time, so I've spent a couple hours this morning trying to figure out how to streamline some of the tasks I've been doing by hand -- which was fine when we were a little company, mailing out maybe 200 chapbooks of a Yule season. The same system is Not So Good when we're mailing upwards of 1100 preordered chapbooks.
The good news here is that I'm within ames-ace (yes, I know, but my grandmother used to use it to mean "reallyREALLY close;" it stuck, and I can't get rid of it. It's a Family Thing.) of figuring out how to streamline the whole order-recording system so that I can get receipts and labels out the other end with a minimum of hassle and pain.
After that's well and truly nailed down, we can move on to figuring out how to make the order fulfillment process less of a nightmare for Steve.
The bad news is that the things I Must do, Writing Life, have not Done Themselves while I've been screwing around with spreadsheet systems.
Those things include:
*Finalize Fledgling: due at Baen September 15
*Finish writing my story for Eidolon: due on October 15
*Go over the CE for Longeye: sometime around November, I'm guessing
*Finalize Saltation: due at Baen December 15
*Write The Book With No Name: due at Baen June 1
Then there's the day-job.
Oh, and I hear that other people have lives, too. Can anyone speak to that? Truth? Falsehood? Pernicious Rumor?
After lunch, I'm back to the Fledgling rewrite. Sigh.
Pretty day out... Too bad about that.
One of the things that I must do is make the SRM accounting and other related office-type work less of a time-sink. Much less of a time-sink. Steve and I are pretty evenly divided in our strengths and weaknesses, and I'm strong -- by training, if not necessarily by inclination -- in Stupid Office Stuff: bookkeeping, filing, and the never-ending etcetera.
Silly as it is, Office Stuff takes time, so I've spent a couple hours this morning trying to figure out how to streamline some of the tasks I've been doing by hand -- which was fine when we were a little company, mailing out maybe 200 chapbooks of a Yule season. The same system is Not So Good when we're mailing upwards of 1100 preordered chapbooks.
The good news here is that I'm within ames-ace (yes, I know, but my grandmother used to use it to mean "reallyREALLY close;" it stuck, and I can't get rid of it. It's a Family Thing.) of figuring out how to streamline the whole order-recording system so that I can get receipts and labels out the other end with a minimum of hassle and pain.
After that's well and truly nailed down, we can move on to figuring out how to make the order fulfillment process less of a nightmare for Steve.
The bad news is that the things I Must do, Writing Life, have not Done Themselves while I've been screwing around with spreadsheet systems.
Those things include:
*Finalize Fledgling: due at Baen September 15
*Finish writing my story for Eidolon: due on October 15
*Go over the CE for Longeye: sometime around November, I'm guessing
*Finalize Saltation: due at Baen December 15
*Write The Book With No Name: due at Baen June 1
Then there's the day-job.
Oh, and I hear that other people have lives, too. Can anyone speak to that? Truth? Falsehood? Pernicious Rumor?
After lunch, I'm back to the Fledgling rewrite. Sigh.
Pretty day out... Too bad about that.