That Kind of Day

I'm having the kind of day that makes me wish that either I'd gone into
publishing instead of teaching (because frankly, some days even reading bad
slushpile crap would be better than trying to shoehorn skills and knowledge
into those who don't want it) AND that I would hurry up and write this
damned book, get lucky in the Publishing Crapshoot, and then get just as
lucky on two or three more until I am able to comfortably be a full-time
writer.

Guess I'd best get to work on that second one. I'm trying to take it slow,
because with Pathfinder I started seeing a lot of logical gaps in the
story that were, to me, unforgivable. Until I can solve those, it's on the
back burner. I'm currently working on Warden's Call, which is
(hopefully) the first in a High Fantasy saga, and at worst will get it out
of my system. I'm almost done on the plotting, which is good, because I'm
weird and I can't start writing until I know basically where the story is
going, with scenes plotted and slotted into place. Only when I've got the
basics of the story down pat can I actually start with the craft of the
writing.

In the meantime, I'm also plotting my game, some of which has ended up in my
book, which is either Very Good a la Feist, or Very Bad a la ... um ... some
horrible novel based on the author's RPG. Yeah, that one got away with me.

On the plus side, this is where I am in my teaching: I'm organized enough
(and it helps that I'm only teaching two preps this year) and good enough
(I'm teaching Frankenstein, and I got the kids to understand the Creature's
POV by talking to them about how they feel when their parents are mad at
them--and they GOT it) that I can spare my prep period for writing and such.
Woohoo!