Where the hell have I been? Not writing, that’s for sure, and I feel oddly guilty, like I should offer an accounting of my activities. (What, are you my boss or something? Am I sleeping with you? No, no, no, and yet I feel I owe you an explanation.)
Ever since we turned my office into a bedroom for my daughter, I’ve been wandering around the house trying to find a comfortable place to write. I haven’t found one yet. That spot is too dark, this chair is lumpy, I’m cold, I need another cup of tea. For the first time ever, the laundry seems more compelling than any story I have to tell.
I’m starting to worry.
And then spring break happened. Why would I complain? We went on vacation to Kauai. Nothing like getting pounded all day by warm waves to clear one’s mind. I’m sunburnt and waterlogged, my shirt is inside out, I have sand behind my ears and I hardly have the wherewithall to tie my shoes, much less write, and I’m starting to worry.
- Go to page 77 of your current MS.
- Go to line 7.
- Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences, and post them as they’re written.
- Tag 7 other writers.
Here are seven lines from page 77 of my WIP, What Would Water Do (a novel):
…the cat showed up again, just waltzed right in like it lived here. Wayne had left the front door of his apartment ajar to catch a cross breeze, maybe secretly hoping the cat would return although he’d never admit that because Wayne says cat lovers are masochists, people who think they don’t deserve love, pathetic saps who get off on giving more than they get. Cats just take and take, offering nothing but the negligible pleasure of their fickle company, leaving nothing but fur. Not like a dog. Hell, even a fish gives more than a cat does, swimming around, putting on a pretty show. A fish is a contribution to the décor but a cat does nothing for him.
And the writers I’m tagging (unaware if they are working on projects with at least 77 pages and with hesitation, since I’m not sure if they’ll think this is a game or a pain,) are:
If this is more pain than game, if the buck stops here, don’t sweat it. I am usually the first to ignore chain letters and won’t bat an eye if you blink over this one.
And hopefully, I’ll pull myself together soon.
When you fall off the wagon/lose focus/overcook the noodle/lose your mojo/take a detour into lala land, what do you do to get it all back again?