I’m in San Diego for the next couple of days. It’s amazing what a couple of hours’ time difference can do to a person’s internal timeclock. It doesn’t seem like much, but. I woke up at 4 a.m. today, which is par for the course since I normally get up at 5 a.m. in Texas. I’ll be here just long enough to get partially adapted before heading back home and have to figure out the new time zone all over again.
I got a lot of work done on the new short story yesterday. Over breakfast, I brainstormed the big picture concept with my wife, then went back home and outlined most of the story, which is something I rarely do, but I had so much plot in my head that I had to get it down and didn’t have much time. Then I had nothing but time at the airport and during the flight, so I hand-wrote fifteen pages, which is the most I’ve written in one sitting in ages, fiction or fact. It felt very good, and I liked the way the story just flowed out of me. The clock is ticking fast on this one — it’s due on Friday, but now I feel like I might actually get it finished.
I’m surrounded by people with GPS and bluetooth and Blackberries. I watched a buddy of mine spend over 10 minutes trying to get the mobile app on his Blackberry pull up the arrival time for a flight we were supposed to meet–he finally gave up and called the airline; we had the information in a minute or so. Sometimes technology just makes things harder.
I did a full review of the second pass proofs of my next book and reported a few typos and glitches to the publisher on Saturday. It’s looking mighty fine.
