End of Day Musings

My oldest child sits with a cat in her lap pondering the pile of homework she needs to complete in the next week on the final run up to end-of-term. She also has worried thoughts about art, money, and validation. My second oldest sits down stairs on a couch, snickering as he reads through the Schlock Mercenary books. He’s finally gotten old enough to realize that they are funny. Third child is reading Girl Genius in her bed. Youngest is reading Full Metal Alchemist. I could play “one of these things is not like the others” except that at any hour of any day the obviously different child would change. They are four unique individuals and I constantly have to alter my parenting strategies to accommodate their different needs.

I can feel the gears of my life shifting. We’re changing from book crunch into the lull before shipping. Hopefully we’ll fill that lull with bonus story creation for the next book. We’re also shifting from winter into spring. Gardening work must begin soon. Fortunately it looks like we’ve cleared away enough tasks that I’ll have space for it. I’m shifting into project mode and out of heavy parenting mode. This actually follows a pattern that I identified last year. I’d forgotten that I identified it, except that one of the things I was working on today was layout for my book of blog entries from last year. Seeing the patterns from year to year is interesting. I feel quite glad that this year we’ve finished the book crunch a full six weeks earlier than last year.

Now we just need to adapt to daylight savings time.

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Sunshine and Projects Completed.

Sitting on my porch with warm sunshine warming my bare toes, I begin to believe in springtime. The belief is reinforced by the smell of wet earth and the green leaves of spring flowers which poke from between the dead grasses in my flower bed. I close my eyes and tip my head so that I can feel the sun radiating through my hair. I’m on the porch because I am waiting for the last few pieces I need for SEOS layout. Four little pieces and then the whole project is ready for a test print. Test printing is the last stage, the final look for mistakes before I send it all to the printer and say “print it”. Completion feels so much better than the muddle in the middle.

I have plenty more work to do, of course. Clearing out this project merely makes way for a dozen more. Yet completing one thing helps me believe I can complete other things. It is rain after a drought during which all my projects languished in various stages of waiting and incompletion. Like the water I sprayed on my flower bed, it will help new things grow stronger and more beautiful. On Monday I will survey what comes next. For today I can let things feel completed and sunny.

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Things That Were Nice Today

Realizing that the reason my spinning rainbow crystals were not spinning was because the tiny solar panel was dusty. Quick wipe and it was all fixed.

Seeing Link come home from school happy.

Realizing that when my teenager had four errands to run, I could just hand her the keys and stay home while she took care of the errands herself. Also, insuring a teenage girl, with good grades, onto an accident free policy, is not as expensive as I expected. Totally worth an extra $30 per month.

The sky is sunny and bright.

My meeting this morning proved once again that my co-teacher and I get along great. We hammered out an outline in less than an hour. Now we have assignments and sections to work on. One more meeting mid-April and we’ll be ready to teach.

Some of the cut flowers I bought two weeks ago are still pretty.

This was yesterday, but it was so nice I’m still going to list it today: Going out on a lunch date with Howard.

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Getting Through

I’ve been here before, holding my young son tight while he grieves for a friend moved away. I’ve done it for both of my sons. The parallels are hard to ignore. They each gained a friend as a toddler. Both friends were red-headed. Both friends lived only a house or two away from ours. Then around the time the boys turned 9 or 10, the friend moved away. If I had a third son, I might be inclined to be wary. The pattern is illusory, a coincidence. This week it is Patch’s turn to grieve. The grief is compounded because this close friend is the third of Patch’s friends to move away recently. All I can do is hold him and agree that this is hard. I’ll also make arrangements for the friend to come visit, but it is not the same as when he lived next door. Patch needs to grieve. I just have to hold on to him while he does.

We rearranged Link’s class schedule yesterday. He had reached the point of despair. He’d done fine in debate class while the focus was on public speaking practice, but the class was poised to squash him with practiced orations, impromptu speeches, and competitive debates. The first section was good for him, but it was time to get him out. Fortunately we have a good advocate at the school who made this process simple for us. Link feels tons lighter and is ready to pull up all his grades which had been slipping due to stress. I have my own sorting to do. I was the one who put him into the debate class. It really felt like the right decision at the time. I told Link that I think putting him in was right and that now taking him out is right. But there is a quiet voice in my head which wonders if I’m telling this story because it casts my decisions in a good light. It is possible that I was just wrong. I’m afraid of that possibility because so many of the parenting decisions I make are based on informed instinct. I guess I just have to get it wrong and move on.

The book isn’t done yet. I intended for it to be done by now. My mind can trace back to decisions a week ago, two weeks ago, when I did not work as hard as I could have. I was not pushing then. Then all sorts of urgencies converged into the same two weeks: the last mad scramble to prepare everything for LunaCon, Howard’s birthday sale and accompanying shipping days, the final stages of book editing, the final stages of art for the Schlock board game, two family birthdays, and three out of four kids having valid emotional issues which needed immediate attention in order to avoid crisis. Events descended on me in a pack. I still haven’t sorted it all out and most of it is in various stages of incompleteness. Then threaded through it all is the feeling that there are other things which I was supposed to be starting right now. There are creative tasks which I should have already begun in order to have them done before the time runs out.

I’m doing what I can. I haven’t actually failed at any of it yet. But it feels like I have and that is murking up my thinking spaces. The way out is through, so I’m focusing on the things right in front of me. I do quick checks to make sure that I don’t get ambushed by deadlines, but mostly I just do the work at hand. If I keep doing that, then sometime next week I’ll discover that I’ve emerged into my life with more quiet spaces in it.

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Split

What I want and need to do this week is ignore everything but the work I have to do on book layout. I want to dive in, hyper focus, and only come up for air when the project is done. That is not going to happen. Instead I have an endless stream of small but important interruptions. There are social appointments which must be kept, laundry I must do, dinners to make, etc. My time is more consolidated now than when the kids were little, but still interrupted. If Howard’s schedule were free, he would step in to do all these things, but he’s scrambling as hard to meet his deadlines as I am to meet mine. But I’d hoped to clear away everything but the bare minimum of obligations. I’d hoped that most everything could coast along on routine and I could pick up the pieces next week. Instead I’m headed over to my son’s school this afternoon to talk with a teacher about something she said to him. Her words, combined with some missed assignments, plunged him into feeling like a complete failure. I can’t let a child in crisis coast for a week while I work. This has to be sorted now. I need to help him pull the right lesson out of the emotional mess and learn how to work his way through. He will, because he is far more amazing than he realizes. The crisis is going to teach him good lessons and he will grow. I just wish we could help him grow next week instead of this one.

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The Steps to Setting Up a Howard Tayler Convention Appearance

It begins with an invitation. This usually arrives via email to the Schlock box. I’ll look over the invite to make sure it is legitimate and issued by someone who has authority. I’m likely to google the event in question to determine what sort of an event it is likely to be. Then I’ll check our calendar to see if there is a conflict. If the invitation is less than 9 months before the event, then it is very likely that a conflict will exist. If all checks out, I pass along the invite and my gathered information to Howard.

The decision meeting comes next. This is not an elaborate process. It usually occurs as five minutes in the middle of a wandering conversation. “So you saw that invite from ShinyNewCon?” “Yes. Looks good. Put it on the calendar.” And then we go back to talking about who’ll go to the grocery store.

I email to accept the invitation. In my email I make sure to clarify any of the appearance parameters, because being clear early is very important. We must know that Howard’s travel and hotel will be paid for. This is the point where I begin to adore competent guest liaisons. A good one will give me email and phone contact information along with a list of deadlines for program / badge / tshirt art. Then everything is quiet for a long time.

About two months before the show things pick up. I get in touch with the liaison to make sure everything is in good order. I find out if there are an un-met art requirements. I try to get contact info for the art show if we’re being given panels. I also want contact info for someone in the dealer’s room who is willing to sell Howard’s books on commission. When Howard is being a guest of honor, we don’t want him trapped running a table in the dealer’s room. He should be out and mingling with attendees. I also ask about air travel reservations. All of these questions are useful because Science Fiction conventions are run by volunteers who also have day jobs. They have a million things to keep track of and not much time. My emails serve as good checkpoints for everyone to avoid last minute expense and stress.

Three weeks before the event I begin mailing things. I lay out the art into panels and create detailed instructions. I try to make everything as clear as possible because I know that the volunteers working in the art show are overworked and exhausted. Anything I can do to make the work easier, I try to do. Assembling the panels requires me to dig through piles of art, matte pictures, write up bid sheets and control sheets, etc. I box all the art and instructions then ship them to the Art show address. If I’ve got a dealer’s address and a three week lead time, I’ll send all the books for sale via media mail. It is worlds cheaper.

Two weeks out and one week out, I’ll mail merchandise or art by faster, more expensive, means if this is when I get the addresses. We also make sure that Howard blogs the event. Hopefully we have a panel schedule so that Howard can talk about the details of the event. This is also the period of time when Howard begins to be stressed about the work he wants to get done before leaving. There is always buffer to build or book art to ship.

Two days out, I help Howard pack. Sometimes this happens the day before, but knowing that the packing is done helps with the stress.

Then I put him on a plane and hope that the guest liaison will take good care of him. They usually do. Also he’s gotten much better at judging his own limitations and taking breaks when necessary.

When Howard returns, he has stories to tell. There are always business contacts and possibilities to follow up. The suitcases must be unpacked. And I have to liaise with the art show, the dealer, and the convention to make sure that anything remaining is shipped back to us. There is always post-show accounting. Usually this stage occurs across the top of the preparations for the next convention.

From now until November there is always a next convention.

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Our House Overfloweth With Packages and Pizza

“I like shipping day!” Patch announced as he carried packages from my shipping table to the front room. Kiki was manning the table in the family room packing simple orders. Link was keeping her stocked with supplies. Gleek and Patch ferried complete packages. I handled the complex orders from the shipping table in my basement office. Our house bustled with activity. I’m glad the kids like these shipping days. I think they like the shared-project energy. They also like getting paid for work. By 1 pm most of the work was done. I had several hours of odds and ends to handle, but the kids went off to play. I ordered pizza for lunch. My work-tired brain simply replicated the last time that I ordered pizza. Of course the last time I bought pizza was when I was feeding five nieces and nephews in addition to my own four. We’re going to be eating pizza for days. On Monday I’ll haul all these packages to the post office, perhaps the pizza will be gone by then too.

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Tired.

I’m on schedule. Every thing I listed as critical to do today is done. I made 100 shrink wrapped bundles, sorted the invoices, and printed the postage. The trouble is that tomorrow is filled with package preparation. Monday I’ll drop the packages at the post office. Monday will also have accounting which includes quarterly reports. Monday should also include shipping merchandise to Lunacon and shipping art to auction winners. I have copy edits for Sharp End of the Stick to enter as soon as I can. I need to start putting together the cover for SEOS. I haven’t begun the footnote boxes yet. There are still white spaces in the book. I have loose art to put in them, but it isn’t done yet. All of it needs to be done before the end of the week. We need to have SEOS delivered to us by the first week of June so that we can have the shipping event done before we head to Deep South Con. Then there are the things which need to begin this week, like work on the cover design class I’m helping to teach and assembling my sampler book in time to get it copy edited. Convention season has begun for Howard. The next two months are going to be a scramble just to keep up with the buffer. We hope he can also work on the bonus story for the next book too.

And then there is the family stuff.

On energetic days I look at all that and I’m ready to dive in to get it done. Today is a tired day. Today I need to stop looking at the big picture and just focus on what is right in front of me. Up next, rest so that tomorrow I can work.

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Quick Thoughts Because I Have No Time For Long Ones

We ran a sale yesterday in celebration of Howard’s birthday. It was very well received. I now have almost 100 book bundles to make and 183 packages to mail. I expect this to absorb most of my energy for the next two days. Every hour I spend on this I will also spend feeling grateful because I now have enough money to pay all the bills between now and our next book shipping. Prior to the sale I’d been planning to pull from reserve funds to cover those months.

Voting is up over at Mormon Lit Blitz. There are some fine stories, poems, and essays available over there. If you want to read works written by Mormons to a Mormon audience, I highly recommend them. Then please vote for your favorites.

I bought Howard a floating shark for his birthday. We pulled it out and assembled it, but unfortunately we’re at 4500 feet and the helium was not strong enough to make the shark fly.

Sadness.
But then I got a bright idea. All the shark needed was a bit more lift. So we gave him some birthday balloons of his very own.

So we had this ominous shark swimming through our house sporting a pair of cheerful orange balloons. Yes he swims. There is a remote control to make his tail swish. We all took turns. This morning the shark is grounded again because the orange balloons deflated. This is okay. Howard has plans to take him to conventions that are closer to sea level.

And off to work I go.

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