Deep Breath . . . And . . .
I’ve been doing it again . . . stressing. The knot in my stomach is present again in spite of just having spent ten days with our darling Grandboy. I can’t even say why it’s there, except that I think it has something to do with not writing. Oh, I’ve written blog posts and thought about my novels, but I’m not writing regularly, so there’s that space inside me that’s empty. And I know that if I fill it with stress and worry, my body and my mind will suffer. And at this point in time, my body is doing pretty well. I’m down about 25 pounds and the diverticulitis is well controlled–no pain–and the arthritis is doing okay. Some aches here and there, but if I move enough each day (and not too much), then I’m okay.
My mind is another story–everything is mushy. I’ve been feeling pushed and hurried, although I have no reason to be. All my focus has been on working–editing gigs are rolling in and I’m pleased as I can be about that and I’m really, really enjoying being the copy editor to the stars–several of my authors are very well-known and loved in the romance field. Plus I love working with the few indies I edit for because watching their writing grow is so rewarding. But I need to write! I want to write! So why am I not writing?
For one thing, I’m stressing about the state of the world–the state of our country. I’m angry about Orlando and I’m angry about politics and I’m angry about guns and I’m . . . just pissed! Which is not at all like me. I’m Pollyanna–I always find the good in everything. But I’m frustrated by the evening news and scared for our country and worried to death about what will happen in the November elections. It feels like we are a powder keg waiting to explode when someone tosses a careless match. I don’t like feeling this way . . .
Also as far as the writing is concerned, there may be a little bit of holding my breath happening right now because I’m waiting to hear from some editors about the Women of Willow Bay–something I’ll explain later when I know more. Suffice to say my career feels like it’s on hold. Like I can’t move forward with new stories because I’m in limbo about where the series and my writing life is headed. And yes, that does sound like a lame excuse. It is a lame excuse. So . . . I’m going to make an effort here. I’m going to blog here more regularly, even if it’s just a check in or link to an interesting article or a gratitude list. I have this great space where I can get some good writing in, I need to use it.
My gratitude for today: I’m grateful for the beautiful flowers in our perennial beds around the house–they’re lovely; for my friends who always listen, even when all I do is whine; a fresh mani/pedi; icy beverages and crisp salads; and a call from Son this morning–it always makes me happy to hear his voice.
6 Comments
Rebecca Warner
Perfectly said. Beautifully shared. Spoke right to me, thanks Nan!
Nan
Thanks, Becca! And thanks for stopping by. ((hugs))
Cheryl Brooks
I am SO with you on the stress of current affairs. Yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the horrors we’re facing. I felt like I was going to explode until I finally sat down with my guitar. After a few songs, I was actually able to turn off the obsessive thinking and write, and I wrote more in that one afternoon than I had in weeks. Music has always been able to do that for me. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that was what I needed. I hope you find what works for you.
Nan
It’s scary, isn’t it? Music is good. I swam today and that helped me a lot. Hopefully, the lake will be warm enough to get into it this weekend. 😉 Thanks for coming by, Cheryl!
Liz Flaherty
I hate the waiting game, and it seems to be a never-ending part of the process. It’s one thing indie has over trad all the way! 🙂
Nan
I keep thinking about you and how frustrated you get waiting to hear from your publisher, Liz–I’m only three weeks out right now and I’m antsy as heck. I need to chill, don’t I? Bises, baby!