I sent out two full manuscript requests for Black Cat Blues on Saturday. From the time I came home from New York to the time I hit the send button, I’d been caught up in a feverish frenzy of revisions. Sleeping became almost impossible, because my mind raced with plot ideas. What if… But then… What if… But then… You wouldn’t believe how boring I am at 3 in the morning. So when I finally got to hit the send button euphoria set in.
Yeah, part of me felt like I’d swallowed my innards, like I’d dived head first off a cliff. Maybe, I should have given it one more revision… But a story is never perfect and at some point you have to let it go. It was time.
Now I’m in the calm after the storm, the between time -, between stories. I used to panic in this quiet interlude thinking I should do more, think more, read more… Be productive. But not this time. Na uh. I’m loving it.
Simple things are bringing me great joy: slowly reading and relishing the prose in a book (Simon Toyne’s The Tower), cleaning my storyboard and saving all the notes in a labelled zip-locked baggy, paying my bills, washing my kitchen floor and talking to PJ. Life is becoming normal again.
I think enjoying The Between is an art developed with practice. What about you? Do you have favorite things you do between big projects?
Hope everyone is enjoying the sunshine.