This will be my last check in for a week or so. I’ve got a conference that I’m hosting at work, that has been in preparation for several months, and it all culminates this week. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, been there done that with this part, but naturally the Powers That Be have made it necessary to do a whole bunch of animal shipments right before it, so I’ll be crating up fruit bats this week for an Oh-My-God early trip to the airport and sending them to the Bronx Zoo. (Hey Lady? Why is that box screeching?) And doing preship exams for some other things. And then there is the water buffalo… and still keeping up with the farm… Sorry, I digress.
I keep trying to convince myself that I can keep all the plates spinning, but logically I know I can’t. So for the next 10 days, if I get any writing time, it will just be the book. I mean, that’s what the whole point is anyway, right?
I do take comfort from Stephen Pressfield’s War of Art, in the notion that if writing is the thing you are supposed to do, the Universe will contrive every possible thing to keep you from doing exactly that. It’s our job to figure out how to overcome resistance and do what we are supposed to do.
For me, this week, that means drawing back a bit and stop putting so much mental pressure on myself to FREAKING DO IT ALL RIGHT NOW LIKE YESTERDAY OR I’M AN AWFUL FAILURE ‘CUZ I JUST SIT AND PARALYZE MYSELF MENTALLY AND NOTHING GETS DONE.
Seriously, we writers must keep so many therapists in business. Or liquor stores. You pick.
So, I’ll see you all after the 15th, after a nap and a good stiff drink. Probably in reverse order. I don’t have a therapist, so it’s the liquor stores for me. But I do have awesome friends, both real and online, so I’ll look forward to catching up with ya’ll soon!
Take care and keep up the word count, you NaNoites!