Isn't it funny how a month can just fly by? After I completed the last edit, I decided to take another break. All of a sudden, it's nearly March. I am meeting my friend who is an editor on Saturday to give her a copy of the book to read, so I need to slap some headers on it and get it printed out tomorrow evening. I also plan on reading the book myself. The Clarion West workshop deadline is next week, so I need to take a long hard look at whether I want to apply or not. I do not know if I can take a month off from work to attend, but I have been alerted to the existence of an arts grant from the City of Seattle, so I am considering applying to that as well.
Next weekend is Potlatch 17, which is the sci-fi writers convention put on by the Clarion West folks. It'll be my first time socializing with my fellow sci-fi writers, and should prove very interesting and informative. As I write this entry, I am energized and ready to bring the book to the next stage, but I need to get better at balancing work with my real work (writing) and enjoying myself. Like everything else since I have committed to the path of being a writer, it's a constant trip of self-discovery, trial and error, and learning to be in the moment.
In other news, I just finished watching No Direction Home: Bob Dylan, Martin Scorcese's documentary on, well, Dylan. I have always respected Bob Dylan but after seeing I'm Not There I wanted to know more about him. I hadn't really listened to him since I was in high school, and all I had was a Greatest Hits tape without any context. It was so fascinating to watch him interact with all these utterly sincere young baby boomers who thought he had all the answers. I wanted to close today with some wise words from Dylan from the documentary:
"An artist has got to be careful never really to arrive at a place where he thinks he's at somewhere. You always have to realize that you're constantly in the state of becoming, you know, and as long as you can stay in that realm you'll sort of be all right."