Okay, it’s not been a horrible week. I don’t want you to imagine me in the hospital. But it’s not been a good week, either. No, Ric’s death wasn’t wholly unexpected, nor was I his closest friend, but to hear someone you traded joking emails with a couple of weeks ago is gone is a bit… shocking.
The other stuff has been piddly. Literally. The cats didn’t like our being gone. Let’s say I had to wash EVERY bed covering. And there have been minor things, some of them good things I can’t talk about yet, but all rather startling or at least unexpected. Then there was the 27th anniversary of our civil ceremony yesterday. We don’t do a really big celebration — we save that for the “real” (religious) anniversary. BUT we do celebrate this celebration usually involves a big family dinner to which the kids contribute (usually desert) and wine and talk into the late hours. So — good stuff and stuff I needed after the week — but not conducive to hitting the ground running early morning.
The end result is that this is the end of Saturday and I’m still trying to WRITE the chapters for witchfinder — not revise, mind, which I’m usually doing by this point — but write. And I feel as though I’m pulling from empty. It’s made worse by the fact that these particular chapters are the action leading up to the climax. It’s d*mn hard to write action (or denouement) when you feel like your head is empty and it echoes.
Part of it might also be because since we arrived from Liberty con, I’ve not had time to do my regular exercise, and after your body is used to it, it resents more than one day’s break.
I’m not even going to pretend a good part of this is not because I broke the “work habit.” I’m pretty much puttering on Noah’s Boy too. Cons are bad this way.
I think I’ve only done this once — but I’m not posting Witchfinder this weekend. I might or might not post it Monday. Meanwhile, I’m going to take some time off, do some reading, then ease into work again tomorrow with some editing (which is always easier to get into!) And hopefully the feeling of being elsewhere altogether will pass.
I apologize to the people who are following the novel in progress, but please believe me that it will better for my waiting. It’s not that “forced” work is not often very good, it’s that work when I’m in this mood is often incoherent.
It will come. But not today and probably not tomorrow.