Closing the Door
There is going to be a brief hiatus in the cover series for the next two weeks because I’ll be out of the country and can’t get access to my art computer, but I planned to have a post out today, I did.
Except we woke up to insurance confusion, bank confusion and airplane travel plans confusion. This not counting “paperwork for ceremony in Portugal confusion” for number 1 son’s religious wedding.
All of it amounting to “I can’t even.” I can’t odd either. Note there hasn’t been a post on my blog either, because it’s one of those days, where the crazy just tilts further and further away.
You’re going to say “What does this have to do with writing?”
Lots. I have several books pending only an uninterrupted week to finish them, and at this point do not see that happening till July. Which is a problem, since we need the income.
Okay, today was unusual. We don’t usually get that much crazy packed into a morning. As in, I just finished my coffee and it’s almost 2pm. And most of the calls have been “bureaucracy weird.”
But because this year is the way it is, there’s been a lot of stuff like that. And it’s very hard to hold on to the imagined world while the real world is going crazy all around you.
Kris and Dean, when I went through their first workshop told me to have a place I could close the door and just write.
But these days it’s difficult to do that. And when it’s stuff you must “deal with right now” you do. Even my husband who has a normal 9-to-5 job. To put this in perspective the year has been so crazy, he’s struggling to finish his hours, sometimes till 9 pm. Because during the day we’re dealing with crazy.
In fact, 2019 has been so crazy that it’s starting to make me wonder if astrology has a point. Okay, not really, but…
And yet, I still must go inside, close the door and just finish books.
Kevin J. Anderson himself once told me the only way to finish more than one book a year is to go somewhere, like a mountain cabin, and just write. Once a month or so. I have daydreams, mostly involving a small condo somewhere near good restaurants — I’m not the mountain cabin type — but not the money for now.
Maybe if I manage to carve some time out of the chaos and maelstrom and finish books, I can at least afford air bnb a long weekend a month.
For now, that must be a dream. And I must just make time.
I’ll have regular posts the next two weeks, but the covers will resume the Wednesday after May 15th. And I’m sorry to be so late today. Life has been too much with me.