Shake-Up at Casa Sinanju
Jan. 24th, 2010 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinanjuHi there, everyone. This is Sinanju, comin' at you from a new location. We spent much of today moving my computer desk and computer from the corner of the dining room, where it has resided for years, into my lovely and talented wife's den, which I will now be sharing with her when we're both here. And awake.
Given thatsnippy (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snippy) is an early bird and I'm a nightowl, and that I do most of my writing during the day when she's at work, there won't be that much overlap in our use of the den. She uses it in the morning before I get up, and I'm up for several hours in the evening after she's gone back to bed. So there won't be that much time when we're both in here, sitting with our backs to one another, netsurfing.
This new arrangement means that I can write alone in the den with the door closed, to minimize distractions. It also means that Twoson can use the dining/living room area during the day without worrying about distracting me, and can also have a little privacy without staying cooped up in his bedroom all day.
In other news, we'll be having delicious stew and cheesy-garlic biscuits for dinner tonight. I'm looking forward to it.
In other other news, I finally showed my NaNo novel ("Strange Attractors") to my lovely and talented wife, and she liked it a lot. She had a couple of useful criticisms, but overall she enjoyed it a lot. Which was good for my ego. It's only 50,000 words, still too short for a publishable novel--but I can extend it. (It might be long enough for a Young Adult, perhaps, but the characters aren't.)
In any case, though, it seems to have turned out a lot better than I feared it had. Which gives me hope that the current novel, which at present I am convinced is utter crap, will ultimately turn out to be worthwhile as well. But--man! My ego is convinced that the only possible salvation is to abandon it before I learn just how awful it is and how pathetically delusional I am about being a writer and said ego is crushed beyond all repair. (Said Ego is full of crap, of course. But it does't hesitate to cling to the wheel and scream bloody murder when I try to wrest control away from it.)
Given that
snippy (snippy) is an early bird and I'm a nightowl, and that I do most of my writing during the day when she's at work, there won't be that much overlap in our use of the den. She uses it in the morning before I get up, and I'm up for several hours in the evening after she's gone back to bed. So there won't be that much time when we're both in here, sitting with our backs to one another, netsurfing.This new arrangement means that I can write alone in the den with the door closed, to minimize distractions. It also means that Twoson can use the dining/living room area during the day without worrying about distracting me, and can also have a little privacy without staying cooped up in his bedroom all day.
In other news, we'll be having delicious stew and cheesy-garlic biscuits for dinner tonight. I'm looking forward to it.
In other other news, I finally showed my NaNo novel ("Strange Attractors") to my lovely and talented wife, and she liked it a lot. She had a couple of useful criticisms, but overall she enjoyed it a lot. Which was good for my ego. It's only 50,000 words, still too short for a publishable novel--but I can extend it. (It might be long enough for a Young Adult, perhaps, but the characters aren't.)
In any case, though, it seems to have turned out a lot better than I feared it had. Which gives me hope that the current novel, which at present I am convinced is utter crap, will ultimately turn out to be worthwhile as well. But--man! My ego is convinced that the only possible salvation is to abandon it before I learn just how awful it is and how pathetically delusional I am about being a writer and said ego is crushed beyond all repair. (Said Ego is full of crap, of course. But it does't hesitate to cling to the wheel and scream bloody murder when I try to wrest control away from it.)