You know, this is a good thing. What? Why is your post being late good, Cedar? Well, for one it means I slept more than six hours last night, for the first time since starting the new job. Given that short sleep makes me more likely to get sick, this is a very good thing. And why did I sleep in? Well, being in your own place, even on a camp cot, makes so much of a difference. Once I get blackout curtains and adjust to apartment noises, I will hopefully return to a full 8 hour sleep schedule.
And then, if my plan works, the muse may come back online.
You know what they say about plans. I’m torn between the dedication to being a professional writer, which means writing every day, and being a hobbyist who happens to make some money and writes when the fancy moves her. That last feels too much like a dilettante.
On the other hand, I’m currently writing this kneeling geisha-style on my bedroom floor, with the laptop on the end of the camp cot (and on a lapdesk for more stability) and a cup of coffee beside me. In a travel cup, for two reasons – one, there’s carpet. Two, we don’t have any other coffee cups with us. We do, at least, have a coffee maker. I bought it yesterday as we were moving into the apartment, along with other essentials like shower curtains and trash cans. Because coffee!
Writing is going to be… interesting. I have a desk, in storage with all the other things. And a desk chair. And a bed, yes. What I no longer have? A commute to dictate in. We live five minutes from my work. A lunch to write in. I have thirty minutes (from a ten hour shift) to eat in. I am also making my daily art in that time, which perforce will become much more simple and elemental as I adjust from having an hour. For the next couple of months, the three-day weekends are going to be eaten up with moving as I trickle down the stuff from storage (a two-hour drive away) to home. All this, and my First Reader is still in Ohio, which is not only a strain to be separated, but I am already missing our morning sessions of bouncing plot and story around. Video is a pale substitute.
I will adjust. The new job promises to be fast-moving, which will make the time pass. The shift I’m working gets very quiet after about six in the evening, so there is time to think while I’m working with my hands. I come home to a quiet apartment, instead of a crowded hotel room, and that will help a lot right there.
The muse will return. I just have to put out some bait… er, treats, and before I know it, I’ll be writing something I didn’t plan and don’t need!