There’s nothing like being in crunch time to remember: triage, and if you must do it, you do it.
Sorry this is late. We took possession of house in another state, only to find that we ABSOLUTELY had to do the floor now, not when this house sold, because the owner had animals who…. spotted extensively. So we spent a week ripping up carpet.
In the middle of it, somehow, I managed to do a rewrite on a script, though I need to check on my editor, because for all I know the entire thing was written in Martian.
I need to remember, though, that I can do things even when the mind seems to be in REM state.
Writing happens. Things get done. We move on. We move.
And it brings into sharp relief what’s really important. During normal time, we can spend a lot of time staring at something, not sure what to do with it, but needs must when the devil drives, and right now the devil has the whip hand
I need to figure out if we have the money for me to buy dragon, and the morning to train it, because writing must happen.
For now, though, I pack. I write a little at night before I pass out. The weird thing is, it’s probably usable. Because when we can’t anymore, we do absolutely what must be done.
And no more.
Bear with me. I’ll try to do a real post next week. For now: Triage your life. And make room for writing. writing should always be at the top.
See you on the flip side. Or next week. whichever comes first.