Editing Burn Out

Alright it is time to come clean. I burned myself out again. Way too many candles going at the same time. After the completion of Incarnators I had finished back to back novels with no breaks. It has really bogged my editing down. You throw in the fact I was a little lost in my everyday life and you have a deadly combo.

This has been a tough year at work for me. I have a lot of mean kids in my class. They are all perfectly lovely to me but taking every opportunity to slam a shiv in their friends and classmates back. It has really taken a lot out of me, including a little of the joy I normally feel about teaching. It also has not been going particulary well at my school this year with teachers. The climate is bad and I seem to be one of those people everyone likes to tell their problems to. It has been wearing me to a nub.

Throw in my disappointing weight gain over the last two years and my life was waiting for a match to spark the inferno. I think I am through the worst of it. I have tried to avoid all adult contact at work. Which, truthfully, is the way I like it. Even as an adult I seem to not like a lot of teachers. The irony of me being a teacher has never been lost on me or Sheri. I have gone back to doing what I am best at, teaching kids. Now, if I can just find a way to un-mean some of my students. What I wouldn’t give for a nice pill (which I must admit I would slip into a few of my colleagues drinks).

As for the weight gain I have reversed the course. I am not quite back to where I was but I am in striking distance. I have to lose only 2 more inches. This week I will hit my 90th straight day of at least one hour of exercise. I am eating better than I ever have in my life and my blood pressure has clocked in at a startling 114/76.

Which leaves only one last thing to get back in order. It is time to finish editing. I have readers who are waiting for the third book and I feel bad for leaving them out there hanging. I feel good and I can tell my brain is back where it should be. So it shouldn’t take long. Plus, I have a ghost story that can’t wait to be written. The one piece of good news is that I got a lot of reading done to rejuice my brain. I have read about 25 books in December and January. It felt good to be reading like my old self. My writers hat is on and I will keep you updated weekly until everything is done. Thanks for being patient as I got my house back in order.

About csdaley

C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

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