I've been so busy with life and work that I haven't had time to blog. Mea culpa. Bad writer.
For some odd reason I feel the need to be outside as much as possible in the autumn before the snow flies. It's not unusual for a work day to start extra early so I can be done by 11:00 a.m. on my way to the Mississippi River to watch the eagles, check on the tundra swans, buy a sprout and avocado sandwich at a favorite haunt ... well you get the idea.
Work is going well. I'm in the weird twilight of organizing a book that I'm still researching. It's the point where I dance around it, working on it like the silly thing is a bonfire, too hot to handle. It sits on the table, or on the living room floor if the table doesn't have enough room, in pieces that seem to come together like a build function in a Lego Batman or Lego Harry Potter game. Wish I had a wand to wave them around. Instead I pick them up, set them down, arrange them and rearrange them. Some chapters are settled and I move them in their entirety. Others have sections that need to shift and morph into somewhere or something different.
It feels more structured now. Less an entity and more of a book-like thing. Walking, much as I hate it, helps. So does driving places, working in the yard and cleaning. The last time I left the chapters all over the living floor to do dishes, because I needed that "break", I came back to find the dog sprawled across everything. Strangely enough, the pages that she kicked over into other piles ... well, some of them looked better there. I bribed her off my text with a dog biscuit and settled in to rearrange, the dishwater getting cold as momentary clarity hit.
I'll get there. It's just how the process works.
Hope your writing day is going well.
God bless....
Karen
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