As I mentioned last week, my schedule has been thrown all out of whack. Hence the delay in filing a progress report.
Aforementioned schedule issues have also utterly derailed my writing. At times like these, I wonder how I ever managed to bang out the first draft of a novel in four months. I also begin to wonder what it will take to get back to those heady days. Are circumstances simply beyond my control right now, or am I just being lazy? Should I take sterner measures and really buckle down? Or should I get all Zen about the whole thing, and go with the flow? Is this current disruption a necessary break after having completed the first phase of a major project? Or am I just rationalizing?
Gawd, the things we writers do to ourselves. To quote some of the wit and wisdom of my favorite band:
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel
And the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back on . . .
To my ears, those last two lines sound less like a confident assertion and more like I’m trying to convince myself that it’s possible.
I did manage some meager headway on “Gone Black” last week, retooling a scene. Said retooling should, I believe, position me to make some real headway on this draft–if I can ever get back to it. This week’s schedule appears a little more sane, but experience has taught me not to make any rash promises.
I’m a writer. Really I am. I can get back on . . . I can get back on . . .
Write Club update:
Cemetery Dance bounced “Take This, and Eat,” but included a hand-scribbled note on the rejection: “Well done! Please try again w/another!” Response time, four months.
Gotta bail.
