The past few days I've become really, really excited about some of the short stories that... I am not working on.
Part of this comes from the fact that I've been diligent in my submissions and re-submissions lately, so I'm discovering all these cool new markets I'd like to submit to. And yet, I don't have enough work to satiate them all. The other motive for my craving is that I've got about six tales on the backburner that need completing/jiggling/rewriting, but that I don't have the time for at the moment, what with the novel project consuming my brains from the inside out.
So the twenty-four hour day is kind of getting me down, I guess. But... I think it's always a good feeling to have, that feeling of: "Oh, man, I wish I had time for that other writing project." It keeps the future looking bright, even though the futures I usually write about are gritty and dark. Bright; unless, of course, it completely overrides or gets in the way of the work-in-progress.
But that's not the case at the moment. Instead, I'm just salivating over potential, while cranking out something else equally enjoyable - though highly time-intensive.
I guess the point is that I can't wait to finish Panopticron, because - man, writing a novel is so long. That's the problem with keeping motivated when working on a novel; and that's why I'm practicing it (or how I rationalize the activity, anyhow). Eventually, I'd like to have written a whole bunch of novels, and I've got to break the ice of those 100,000 related words to do so.
Although, Misty Cleareyes needs a re-write, also. That was supposed to begin on November 6th. Definitely not happening. Not with all those other stories clamouring for attention.
So many projects, so little time!