As you all know from my last posting I’ve spent the last week in writers hell. Many trips to the library and lovely conversations with reference librarians later I’ve at least got the appropriate information to create citations. I do not, however, have anything in my head worth writing about.
I thought about a mother’s day posting, but then it’s post mother’s day and that just didn’t make much sense. I thought about writing about stress, but my stresses are minor compared to those of my friends. I’ve got close friends dealing with cancer, the loss of a grandparent, the violent loss of a cousin, and the likely loss of a child. It’s no wonder I didn’t get much sleep last week, but in relative terms I’ve got nothing to complain about.
This feels like a week of “hurry up and wait.” I’m busy, I have a long “to do” list. I just don’t feel the forward progress. Maybe when I finish with those damn citations and turn in the edited manuscript that will change. The list is filled with household tasks, laundry, grocery shopping and dealing with the lawn and those on going things are not nearly as rewarding as finishing a chapter in a book or hearing from the publisher.
I’ve taken a few other stabs at the blog for this week but there isn’t anything that warrants a second look. I’ve been doing a lot of other writing. I put together a class or two. I’m getting a workshop proposal drafted. I’m reading and responding to notes and blogs that I’m reading. Maybe that’s why I just feel like a chat. I’ll give up trying to find something profound to say. Let’s sip some tea and shoot the breeze and enjoy the summery weather.