I’m a multitasker.

 

 

Here’s some proof of my scattered energies. A client/friend of mine is leaving forever. So I wasn’t going to let him leave without the workout plans I always write for him. He also consistently loses the sheets I give to him, which means I have to remember what I wrote (I only train people I know now, because there’s no money in trying to make a business of it, at least for someone with scattered energies like me). And this way he will hopefully not lose his workouts while on another continent.

 

Fitness and fantasy novels, together at last.

 

I think I’ve mentioned this other guy before. He’s a dude at the YMCA who always has a fantasy/science fiction book when I see him using the recumbent bike. I’ve even seen him read it in between weightlifting sets. There’s my situation in some kind of weird reversal. I think this guy could be potential fan. I don’t talk to people at the gym, so don’t know what his deal is, but maybe I should try to interest him in my novel and write him an exercise prescription inside the book too. I’d be so thrilled to have that photo opportunity–someone genuinely reading my shit while in the gym.

Sometimes multitasking sucks though. Right now I’ve clearly torn off the largest piece of delicious meat I’m able to fit in my mouth, and it’s starting to hurt on the way down. Chewing went all right, because all I could think about was the texture and flavour and sheer amount of what I had in my mouth. But swallowing all of it is stretching me a bit. To put it mildly.

Taking on too many things at once has a kind of exhilaration that I won’t deny that I enjoy on some level. But my adrenals are so fucked right now. They won’t be in a good state until August. I find myself saying stupid things, obsessing over non-issues, being all introverted and stuff, overanalyzing everything, and generally being a douche.

Given that, I’m not going to be able to make it to When Worlds Collide. It sucks. I was nervous about it, like anything related to this writing stuff, but was so looking forward to for once mingling with other authors and readers. I will still make it to V-Con, though. I won’t miss that for anything.

I cannot wait for Canada Day weekend to be over–it’s nothing but an albatross to me. It’s not going to be a party for me at all.

Not that I’d change that though; I’m exactly where I need to be.