It's now 10:30 p.m. I just finished working on two query letters for two article ideas I have. I also did a good bit of research tonight. Before going to bed, I'm going to read a bit of "Memoirs of a Geisha." I'm nearly finished. I'm trying to finish the book because the movie just came into the mail via Netflix. Hopefully, my wife and I will have a chance to see it this weekend.
I'm a bit tired right now but I know that I won't have any time to write tomorrow morning so I thought I'd do it now.
I'm happy that I was able to get my queries out (well, one of them is out. I have an e-mail out to the 2nd magazine to see if I could contact their support staff and obtain correct contact information). What's so frustrating is how late I started working on all of this. My son wasn't being very cooperative tonight in going to bed. Though I do want to tell this funny story.
I took him out of the bath, wrapped some towels around him and I said, "Do you know what time it is?"
"No..." He looked up at me inquisitively.
"It's time to brush your teeth!"
He laughed, which I thought was at my delivery of the brushing your teeth comment, but instead he said, clear as a bell: "Or I can pick my nose!"
He didn't go to pick his nose but just said it so directly and matter of factly that I laughed. I couldn't help it. I had no idea where he had come up with that. That was pure inspiration on his behalf and I have to say that it made my day. It was a perfectly timed comedic comment to make.
After I struggled with him about going to bed (he's been fighting us putting him down to bed, trying to put it off as long as it can), I sat in the chair for the agreed upon "5 minutes" (in which I sit in his chair and just calm him down as he starts talking about the dark and being afraid. Well, tonight I had become frustrated with him because he didn't want to go to bed so I got up, while he was still on his book reading seat and shut the light off in his room. The night light was on, but he started crying because I was pushing him to bed. I carried him to bed and I sat on the chair and he asked me in his toddler language to not turn the light off before he had left his reading seat. I thought it was a fair request so I apologize to him and told him that next time I would wait to turn the light off after he had been tucked into his bed.
He started to cry but I managed to calm him down, saying that there were no monsters in his room and that I was only going to be across the hall anyway working on my computer.
At this point it was 8:30 p.m. I did my research on the two markets that I had wanted to check out. I wrote the query letters and sent the one out. I also went to the store to get gas (heck, it's $2.93 a gallon here!) and to the store to get milk and some salad stuff. While out, I listened to the latest issue of "I Should Be Writing" (Podcast) and was a bit sad. An author talked about how he's teaching full time and he's had one novel published and another to come out soon (by Del Rey no less). But he still works several jobs and that he finds that the summer time (when he's off from school) is his favorite time to write.
I don't have the ability to have 3 months off in which I can work on my writing. I get frustrated with my lack of time, but I still do all of my work. It's just extremely tiring at times. Like now. And with that said, I have a long day at work tomorrow so I need to go get some rest. I just can't believe how fast today went and when I look back and see how much I accomplished, it just makes me want to scream in frustration.
The longer I stay up, the more tired I'll be, and the less productive I'll be. When I was younger, I used to fight my tiredness and keep working. But then I realized that my writing suffered at times like this and that the best thing to do is to ease up on myself and relax. Rome wasn't built in a day. And with that, I'm off. Nite.
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