distraction no.99

Nova Ren Suma | On Writing & Writing Distractions

Not an Author Newsletter… something else.

An Unwitting Time Machine

Hi. So um. So… about an hour ago while trying to figure out why comments on old posts weren’t showing up (it was something I had unknowingly checked in the settings; I fixed it) I accidently updated an old post marked “private” from 2006… and it was not only no longer private, it was republished as if it were new. I deleted the automated tweet, but I couldn’t delete the post that was sent out via my feed. So if you subscribe to this blog via email or on a feed reader, you may have seen a post go through called “Glug-Glug (That’s the Sound of Me Drowning)” and perhaps you were confused. I would be.

Please know:

  1. I am not ghostwriting again. (The YA novel I mention in that old post was a work-for-hire project.)
  2. I am not that massively stressed out that I feel like I’m drowning.
  3. I am not publishing a new short story, even though I wish I were.
  4. And, oh, we no longer have that loft bed.

That was an old post from 2006. (Fine, I’ll link it here so you know what I’m talking about. It mentions Big Bird.)

But a weird thing occurred while I was rereading this post from my archives. I remembered how things used to be. For a moment, I’d time-traveled back to 2006, waking up psycho-early for my day job because I had to slip my writing time into a couple hours before my stressful copyediting job began, since afterward I came home to my brain bleeding and could only collapse in front of the TV. This was during the time I’d pushed my own writing aside, what I thought of as my “real” writing, and was doing work-for-hire novels for money, a time I was not very happy, when I thought I’d never make it here, where I am today.

I think things are hard sometimes? Ha! Talk about perspective.

(Also, I wouldn’t be anywhere near here without E. Obviously.)

And, so you know how the aftermath of that post turned out, I did drop everything to do the revisions to the story, and it was published. However it now occurs to me: It turns out that the work-for-hire novel and other ghostwriting projects were more important than the adult litfic short stories I was trying to publish. I mean, who gave me first real shot… the YA/kidlit community or the old guard of adult fiction? So, in a way, I was wrong way back in 2006. I was doing something really important and I had no idea.

Anyway, all is well. I apologize for any confusion.

(This post used to have a link to the old short story in question, but yes, I deleted it.)

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One response to “An Unwitting Time Machine”

  1. Nova, You were blogging about writing in 2006. That only seems evidence of determination–especially when things were–shall we say sucking? I was neither blogging nor writing. When I did start blogging I said things like …

    “Squirrels prefer new wool to old wool.

    The subordination of aesthetics to ideology in the Bible is accomplished through many mechanisms.”

    So from my perspective you have always been a wordy rockstar.

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