Being a full-time writer can be lonely.

Well, the best thing to do when you have nothing to blog about is just start typing, so that’s what I’ll do.

Just finished my Eternal Press business for the next couple of months. Since I worked on two short stories this round I feel like I just got off the Tilt-a-Whirl. Answering questions for one author while working on another’s story was confusing, then there were all the “Didn’t I already do the credits document?” moments. I don’t know how a full-time editor (or an agent, for that matter) keeps all their clients and all their books straight. It’s no wonder things get lost in the shuffle. I guess it just takes practice, and even though I’ve learned a lot with this little editing job, I haven’t edited enough yet for the process to be automatic. I have a feeling, though, that it might never become automatic. Each author has his/her own distinct personality, and each story offers a different challenge. So while the procedure might be easier to remember, cracking open a new story will always feel like improvisation.

My oldest child is home sick today. I find decisions involving the children to be so difficult, whether or not a child should stay home, whether to call the school about mayhem on the bus, how much tv is too much, whether to force the eating of vegetables, and there’s always the question of how to pass along a sense of the spiritual when I follow no doctrine. It seems like every decision with the kids is ambiguous, and I’m not good with ambiguity. I like deadlines and rules.

I was just about jumping out of my skin yesterday. Everything I could think to do for entertainment costs money. I’m strongly considering getting a small part-time job during the day, just to keep busy. Requirements: No working with the public; no standing in one place for long periods (though walking around is ok); an ultra-low fragrance environment; 2–4 hours between 8 a.m. and 3 p.m. sharp. That’s it. That takes out just about every job I’ve ever done in the past.

Drive-by post

I had a really craptastic weekend, but since it’s the same old stuff I won’t go into it. Just know that I feel SO MUCH BETTER today, and tomorrow I’ll feel even better, I have no doubt. I’m emerging from a cocoon into the sunshine after spending a couple of days in darkness.

But now I’m way behind on housework and editing work, so I doubt I’ll be online much if at all today. I wish you all a happy Monday!

Internet privacy? Ain’t no such thing.

So cleaning up the old posts on the blog got me to thinking about privacy on the Internet. Basically, there is none. Right? Google knows your every search and much turn that data over to authorities if presented with a court order. The ghost of the blog you deleted 3 years ago still lurks on its servers, and possibly other places like another individual’s computer–Google Reader is web-based, but FeedReader stores the files on the reader’s computer. Pedophiles troll the Internet looking for pictures of your children. You’re a celebrity, you just don’t know it.

And there is why I’m streamlining and culling this blog. When I started it I was a budding writer, rosy-cheeked and wide-eyed, finishing up my first book. I absolutely knew nobody in the world would read my blog. I imagined a cloak of invisibility based on my self-perceived importance in the blogisphere, which was no importance whatsoever. It was fine and dandy for me to shout out my writer’s angst, the struggles of finishing a manuscript, and following that, the struggles of form rejections from agents. Then I got an agent, and while I had the feeling things should change, I wasn’t sure what, exactly.

And no, I haven’t had huge rants about the inanity of any certain industry professional, nor have I given scathing reviews of any books. But I’m starting to get uncomfortable talking about the process at all. I find myself reluctant to mention anything about my writing, yet sometimes I still force myself to, because this is a writer’s blog… But I’m going to stop that. I will talk about writing in more general terms, which in the long run will probably snag more readers anyway.

The general idea in the comments yesterday was that a blog represents the road you’ve walked, and it’s nice to have that history for people to peruse. Only thing is, if I look at someone’s archives and find in January ’07 a rant against stay-at-home moms, that’s going to affect how I see that person’s present personality, even if they made peace with the SAHM who was giving them problems in January ’07 and that rant no longer applies.

I’m not the wide-eyed, over-sharing, timid person I was 3 1/2 years ago. This is my career blog, with my name on it for all the world to see. At this point, I want the blog to reflect what I’ve learned, not how I learned it.

Cleaning up my blog and my life

The best cure for a birthday hangover is a complimentary email from a new reader. The second-best cure is to take steps to get your life in order. So when the complimentary reader asked me how to subscribe to Sherri Blossoms, I took a look at my template and made some changes which should have been made already.

If you look above the header, you’ll see a few buttons with various subscription options. You can either syndicate the content to your favorite RSS reader or get the posts in your email. You can also register as a user of the blog, which is most useful for solving avatar issues, apparently. After you’ve registered, there’s a login button which should (if I’ve configured it correctly) bring you directly back to the blog once you’ve logged in.

I’ve deleted approximately the first half of my posts. My first blog was 3 1/2 years and four URLs ago, and I’ve just been dragging those old posts around with me. I feel pretty good about leaving them behind on my previous blog site, and soon I’ll be cleaning up that template to reflect its abandonment.

I have a strong urge to wrap things up, finish old projects, de-clutter my life. We’ll see how long the urge lasts. Meanwhile, wear out that “Subscribe by Email” button, why don’tcha.