How many hacksaws can you keep in the air?

Over in matociquala's LJ, a discussion is going on about hemispheric domination (are you left-brained or right-brained). This led me into a contemplation of another brain function: multitasking.

Unlike Bear, I tend not to get fascinated by the details of why -- once I figure it out, I'm more interested in how the results play out in realtime.

For example, right now I am watching a movie (Shakespeare in Love), writing this post, composing [mentally] a scathing e-mail that will never be sent to someone who needs a flaming iron shoved up his arse, and writing a totally kickass scene in DOWN INTO DARKNESS that requires me to have three different scenes playing out in real time, at three different locations, all tied to each other in almost perfect synchronization [and it's a fricking brilliant scene, if I do say so myself. Blood! Angst! Wisecracks! Woobie!].

Because I'm so spread out, things like typos will creep in. And my inability to stay in tense is well-known [and yes, I do it in speech too. I have been accused of being a time-traveler dropped once too often on my head, but that's another story and there I am going into parenthetical asides again]

Clearly, if I want to write sans typos, and save myself revisions later, I should focus on only one thing at a time.

I tried that. I couldn't function. Not only that I couldn't create [I couldn't] but I could. Not. Function. It's just how I'm hardwired.

But many of my favorite people [and my therapist will doubtless have things to say about my tendency to fall for single-focused types, but oh well] are NOT multi-taskers. Perfectly nice people, mostly, and just as or more effective than I am -- it's just a different kind of wiring.

So it made me wonder

a) how LJ (as a randomly self-selected sampling) skews: multi-task vs tight-focus workers
b) how sample (a) skews to left or right brain hemispheres. (the test is here

Come on, fess up.... I'll be over there in the corner, making P.B. bleed.

proof that I can work through anything.

Down Into Darkness: A Retrievers Novel

I am at threequarterbookitis. And I am fkcuing brilliant. In case you missed that in my previous post.

*buffs fingernails*

(I'm sorry, was that too in your face? Tough. It's my LJ, I'll pat myself on the back if I want to.)

Of course, now I am, plot-wise, at the last chapter, and the last chapter -- as those of you who've been here for earlier books know -- doesn't get written until everything else has been slapped into shape.

So tomorrow morning the manuscript gets printed out, and I disappear into the dread First Readthrough, which means I mark up everything stupid I screwed up, every bit of plot buildup I forgot to do, every inconsistent or unfinished worldbuilding, etc and try to figure out how to fix it.

Believe me, when I'm done with that, I won't feel at all brilliant. Or even competent to sign my name on a parking ticket.

(send chocolate. or hugs. or chocolate hugs.)