What is this Moderation of Which You Speak?

I’m not inclined towards moderation, you know. Here’s an example. I hate the time between writing books, right? So when I sat down and wrote Donte (65K in less than a month), I jumped in and wrote Taro (70K). And then I wrote Rafe (121K). And most of Keen (80K). When I couldn’t make the end of Keen work properly, I wandered from that into fanfic, and wrote Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained (44K). That went so well, I went on and wrote Shades and Hues (77K). All in a little more than a year.

Granted I’d barely written in the ten years before that (Life, marriage, family, you know how it goes) but when I got back to writing–that’s what I did.

Even now, some seven years later, when I’m writing I’m not doing much else. Drag me out to see a movie, even one I want to see, and I’ll be annoyed. Take me out to dinner and you’d best be ready to talk about my book, or let me sit there with a dazed look on my face.

Turns out I’m much the same about reading. I went to the library Thursday night, and I’ve read four books since then. I have not, however, cleaned my room as intended, finished clearing my desk (in fact all the library books are now on it…) (yes, I do enjoy parentheticals, why do you ask?), or even washed all the blasted dishes.

I really gotta get better at this life thing. Some things MUST be attended to! I gotta go check on all things TDP, for instance, and get started gathering what I need for the site redesign. I should, like, actually say Hi! to some of my friends. And…and I should do other things that are on my to-do list, which I’m fairly certain is under one of these books…

I should totally not dive into Perdido Street Station quite yet. Or any of these other tempting treats sitting about my desk.

Right?