In waiting for additional feedback to come in from my editor, I’ve tried to stay busy, tried to stick to Asimov Hour and keep my habits secured.
I haven’t been entirely successful. Life got in the way a bit, as did pure simple fatigue. Stress has been eating away at my sanity for stupid things that feel like bad luck and poor timing.
With the exception of a couple loose ends, I hope that I can now consider myself to be past that bridge and the troubled water it spans.
I was not entirely unsuccessful, either. I did write, in spurts. I did get up early every day, before getting distracted before anyone else was even awake to ask things of me. So was I awake in time for the opportunity. I just didn’t seize it.
I have definitely found that it is easier not to appear at the computer than it is to sit there and get up again with zero words on the page. So my focus, as I get back to my daily routine, will be to make sure I sit down. That way the words will happen, even if it takes a few days to put down more than a trickle.
The other problem, and this is a doozy, is that we’ve run into electrical problems on that circuit of the house. The computer, window air conditioner, and lamps of the office operate on the same circuit. On July 10, that circuit just… died. Our electrician is thankfully our neighbor so we were able to summon him on a Sunday, and it took until the next day for the power to be restored to the office.
Yesterday, I noticed the lights flickering again. Today, the office has no power again.
So in my failure to sit down to write today, I did not get to experience the joyjoy feeling of no power (and no cool air!).
Which is really a shame because my husband and I spent yesterday straightening up all the chaos left in the wake of all that electrical sleuthing. We could see the floor again! It was supposed to be a very joyjoy writing session today.
So now what? I really don’t know. We’ve spent a lot of effort in the organization of our space and to pull back and switch things up would definitely leave us with the wrong kinds of furniture in the wrong spaces.
I suppose this means, for me, that I will be writing on my laptop tomorrow morning, instead of the desktop. Perhaps I will write outside on the porch, so as to be secluded from the house as people begin to wake up. I just need to find a seat that isn’t meant to lean back in, so I don’t kill my neck.
If that works, it certainly would be a pleasant way to start the day, depending on the weather.
I didn’t anticipate that these writer’s life updates would include things like how the computer won’t even turn on – even if I did show up to write!