According to Blogger, I'm a day shy of a month since I last posted. According to my notes, it's also been almost a month since I finished my draft of Project Demo. A month since I've written anything.
In the meantime, there was a move out of Bristol, an international flight, a domestic flight, a train journey, a road trip from Chicago to Amherst, Mass, and an (ongoing!) move into the new house (please don't ask me to explain all the moving travel--I hardly understand it all myself!). We've been here for just over two weeks now, though it's hard to imagine it's been that long, when so much is still up in the air.
I'm finding it difficult to ease back into writing. While waiting for feedback on Project Demo, I've been playing with old story ideas, for just 30 minutes to an hour a day. Too much and I'm physically and mentally drained. Yesterday was my longest writing day yet. I cranked out a revised scene for Project Fun for a writing group. It took a little over two hours. But I had to stop halfway through to take a nap, I was so exhausted.
Apparently I'm not alone. Agent Betsy Lerner blogged yesterday about one of her authors who always needs to nap (sometimes multiple times a day) when starting a new project. Betsy suspects it has to do with fear. Nah, I thought, I've been scrubbing an oven for multiple hours a day, moving boxes back and forth to any free space in the apartment, I'm just exhausted.
But my writing narcolepsy, and every day narcolepsy, continues. Now that I think about it, maybe Betsy's on to something. Maybe not only jumping into a new-ish project, but setting up this whole new life, in a different state, a different country, is a little scary. Maybe I combat that by falling into unconsciousness periodically throughout the day, letting myself give up for just a while.
But I keep pushing forward, keep trying to write a little bit each day, clean a little bit each day, and I'm thankful I'm not on any kind of deadline. I'm also thankful for this blog, and all of you, and not having to start from scratch when it comes to my online life and friends.
I'm also thankful for a lovely writing space. I thought I was going to make a spare bedroom into an office. I had grand plans for a beautiful desk, all my books in one place, etc. But in the meantime, I've situated myself at the kitchen table, and I'm not sure I want to leave. I get a cool breeze from the back yard, my wind chimes tinkling, a view of the forest beyond... I think I could be quite happy right here.
I'll leave you with that lovely image (though apologies for the quality! I can't seem to track down my camera's cord). Anyway, the oven still needs some scrubbing, and there's piles of stuff in my "office" to sort through, and...