The writer, goofing off

[rolanni]

The revised revised Saltation went back to Toni at Baen on Monday evening, had I said?

This means that, for the first time since January 2007, I'm not on deadline, past deadline or negotiating a new deadline -- in short, this is the first time in more than two years that I'm not actively involved in writing a book.

Oh, there are a couple short stories that need written, and I expect a revision letter for Mouse and Dragon, but --

What I'm saying here is that we're out of contract. And that for the first time since. . .1998?

I'm not sure exactly how I feel about this. I mean, it's not like I don't have a TBR pile that masses slightly in excess of myself. Or that there's not a casual ton of hardcovers bearing down on us from the Simon and Schuster warehouse, all of which will need to be schlepped, stacked, packed, signed, sealed and mailed. Or like my house doesn't need the serious and complete attention of the Shoemaker's Elves Toxic Incident Division.

It's just -- out of contract. Wow. I don't have to go home and hit the keyboard for another four or five hours after I get done at the day-job. I can go for a walk; take a nap; go shopping; read -- remembering that TBR pile. . .

We were under contract for the first three Liaden books between 1986 and 1989, I guess. Then out of contract from 1990 through 1998. So, we've been under contract for 14 of the last 23 years.

No wonder I feel a little. . .light-headed.

Maybe I should take up a hobby. . .

Comments

[kahva.livejournal.com]

I think the cats' answer to what you should do would be, "Pet us! Feed us! Make laps for us to sleep in! Now!" On a full-time basis, even.

At least, that's what my kitties seem to want me to do instead of go into work every day. :)