After thirty years of living in the same home, my wife and I recently moved. Not only is it to a different house, in a different (though nearby) town, it is to a much smaller place. From the first phases of house hunting, through buying the house (and selling the old one), through packing and then unpacking, our days have been jammed full of non-writing activity. I barely had time to hang out in my favorite social venue!
I knew I wouldn't get much of anything done, so I gave myself permission not to worry, which I've done, in spades. Things are starting to settle now, and I'm finding I'm as nervous as an eight-grade boy at a dance. I want to get out there, but all I do is hang back. As I think about why, I think I'm finding interesting insights.
For one, I was unable to even bear to look at my manuscript (I'm in full edit mode) as long as there were other papers staring at me. I had stacks of old notebooks to go through (because there's no room and they must go), other stacks of papers to file, books on shelves but out of order (*shudder*), tons of email to deal with, phone calls to make or return, and so on. It felt as if all these things had voices and were yammering in my ears. I couldn't think.
So, Resolution One: clear desk, clear mind. And that goes for you, too, computer. I will attack this little scraps of paper, these notes to self, and all the rest, which seem to persistently multiply, like cockroaches, until the decks are clear. Because if I don't, if I sit down and "just write", they whisper from the corners.
Secondly, taking time away has for me not been productive. I'm like a musician who has stepped away in the middle of a song and now returns. I am having trouble picking up the beat. I've missed the changes in key. It doesn't feel like the same song any more.
So, Resolution Two: no vacations for you, buddy. Keep the thing with you, even if it's just to hum the tune. Don't let it go, because you won't ever get that exact feeling back again. Yeah, sure, maybe I'll have some new insights into the story because of the distance. Maybe. Right now, though, it just feels like my dog has wandered off and I can hear him but I can't see him.
Nothing very profound here, but has anyone else had similar experiences and different conclusions? Or even the same ones?
I knew I wouldn't get much of anything done, so I gave myself permission not to worry, which I've done, in spades. Things are starting to settle now, and I'm finding I'm as nervous as an eight-grade boy at a dance. I want to get out there, but all I do is hang back. As I think about why, I think I'm finding interesting insights.
For one, I was unable to even bear to look at my manuscript (I'm in full edit mode) as long as there were other papers staring at me. I had stacks of old notebooks to go through (because there's no room and they must go), other stacks of papers to file, books on shelves but out of order (*shudder*), tons of email to deal with, phone calls to make or return, and so on. It felt as if all these things had voices and were yammering in my ears. I couldn't think.
So, Resolution One: clear desk, clear mind. And that goes for you, too, computer. I will attack this little scraps of paper, these notes to self, and all the rest, which seem to persistently multiply, like cockroaches, until the decks are clear. Because if I don't, if I sit down and "just write", they whisper from the corners.
Secondly, taking time away has for me not been productive. I'm like a musician who has stepped away in the middle of a song and now returns. I am having trouble picking up the beat. I've missed the changes in key. It doesn't feel like the same song any more.
So, Resolution Two: no vacations for you, buddy. Keep the thing with you, even if it's just to hum the tune. Don't let it go, because you won't ever get that exact feeling back again. Yeah, sure, maybe I'll have some new insights into the story because of the distance. Maybe. Right now, though, it just feels like my dog has wandered off and I can hear him but I can't see him.
Nothing very profound here, but has anyone else had similar experiences and different conclusions? Or even the same ones?