I Lost My Head Space
Jul. 6th, 2006 07:43 amSo yesterday I sat down to start working on Vacant Throne after the trip to Seattle and the subsequent return to the flood . . . and found I'd lost the head space. *sigh* So I spent most of the afternoon rereading everything (well . . . almost everything) and looking over my notes and refreshing my memory and THEN I started writing. Only got a few pages done, not worth doing an update on the LJ yesterday, but figured I'd check in today. Goal: finish chapter 3 this week.
That may be more difficult than it sounds (since I'm already halfway done at least) because I'm still cleaning from the flood. I'm done throwing things out, but now I'm cleaning all the glassware and flood mud sticks like glue. Very fine mud. A slick, a little oily. So of course you clean it in ammonia and it looks clean so you dip it in bleach water and you set it on the rack to dry . . . and return later to find that there's still silt on it. So you start the process over again. The mud vanishes once it's wet, which is the problem, because it's still there but you can't see it.
This wouldn't be such a chore except that I have far too much crackle glass! And all of this has little fine cracks (on purpose), and some of it has little fine ribbons of glass on it with nooks and crannies that just LOVE the mud, and some of it is very deep and vase-like . . . but with a teeny-tiny opening at the top that you can't fit your hand through nor most brushes. And so it goes.
So I'm dividing my time between that and writing. Mornings, I wash. Afternoons, I write. I hope to get right into it today and get 3/4s of it done at least, hopefully more. I may skip the gym tonight as well (it's only cycling and I've cycled twice this week already), get more writing done. I've got to start sacrificing other things for the writing if I'm going to get the novel finished this summer.
That may be more difficult than it sounds (since I'm already halfway done at least) because I'm still cleaning from the flood. I'm done throwing things out, but now I'm cleaning all the glassware and flood mud sticks like glue. Very fine mud. A slick, a little oily. So of course you clean it in ammonia and it looks clean so you dip it in bleach water and you set it on the rack to dry . . . and return later to find that there's still silt on it. So you start the process over again. The mud vanishes once it's wet, which is the problem, because it's still there but you can't see it.
This wouldn't be such a chore except that I have far too much crackle glass! And all of this has little fine cracks (on purpose), and some of it has little fine ribbons of glass on it with nooks and crannies that just LOVE the mud, and some of it is very deep and vase-like . . . but with a teeny-tiny opening at the top that you can't fit your hand through nor most brushes. And so it goes.
So I'm dividing my time between that and writing. Mornings, I wash. Afternoons, I write. I hope to get right into it today and get 3/4s of it done at least, hopefully more. I may skip the gym tonight as well (it's only cycling and I've cycled twice this week already), get more writing done. I've got to start sacrificing other things for the writing if I'm going to get the novel finished this summer.