Nath Jones's Blog - Posts Tagged "genius-bar"
4 Hours of Sleep
It's funny how things seem possible.
Right now I'm working nights, seven on/seven off. Sounds great, seems like there's plenty of time for the writing career.
But here we are in this organic growth of the thing. We're looking at events in Indy, St. Louis, Louisville, Dayton. It's great. Except I have to get there without driving into a ditch.
Entropy. Erosion. Art and Order.
The truth? I don't want to deal with any of it. All this follow through. Sending another email. Making another call. Fixing the website again. Looking at the production quality of the print edition.
The chaos is kind of over. I can just be about the business of writing books, having events, chatting with readers. It's everything I've always wanted.
But, I don't know. Just. The exhaustion. Finding a day to have the Genius Bar guys look at the laptop. Giving up on ever finding a current driver for the printer. Getting ready to pull the trigger on dropping thousands of dollars to have a streamlined home office. Adjusting the PDF size of the print edition. Working toward consistency across platforms. Keeping the dates, times, places, and contacts straight. Just handling all this little stuff that's required for the books to come into their being.
Is it worth it?
No. It's not worth it. Yet here we are. I can send one email about one event. I can send another. I can ask one question. I can reply to a few grateful readers. I can remember to thank people myself. Just little stuff, almost nothing.
Is it enough?
Yes. It's plenty. I'm looking at a hanging basket of pink petunias. Someone bothered. Someone hung a wrought iron basket from a streetlamp. Someone lined it with peat moss. Someone planted the flowers. Someone waters them. Daily.
So here they are, gorgeous.
Right now I'm working nights, seven on/seven off. Sounds great, seems like there's plenty of time for the writing career.
But here we are in this organic growth of the thing. We're looking at events in Indy, St. Louis, Louisville, Dayton. It's great. Except I have to get there without driving into a ditch.
Entropy. Erosion. Art and Order.
The truth? I don't want to deal with any of it. All this follow through. Sending another email. Making another call. Fixing the website again. Looking at the production quality of the print edition.
The chaos is kind of over. I can just be about the business of writing books, having events, chatting with readers. It's everything I've always wanted.
But, I don't know. Just. The exhaustion. Finding a day to have the Genius Bar guys look at the laptop. Giving up on ever finding a current driver for the printer. Getting ready to pull the trigger on dropping thousands of dollars to have a streamlined home office. Adjusting the PDF size of the print edition. Working toward consistency across platforms. Keeping the dates, times, places, and contacts straight. Just handling all this little stuff that's required for the books to come into their being.
Is it worth it?
No. It's not worth it. Yet here we are. I can send one email about one event. I can send another. I can ask one question. I can reply to a few grateful readers. I can remember to thank people myself. Just little stuff, almost nothing.
Is it enough?
Yes. It's plenty. I'm looking at a hanging basket of pink petunias. Someone bothered. Someone hung a wrought iron basket from a streetlamp. Someone lined it with peat moss. Someone planted the flowers. Someone waters them. Daily.
So here they are, gorgeous.
