It's been a while. Sometimes I think it is better not to be so content if one wants to write. Given a choice, I am happy to read, hike, play with the dogs, work with my clients, or just sit and contemplate nature. However, I need to write. If I don't get my damn book to the publisher soon, it will loom over me like a giant Halloween monster dressed in grim Father Time clothing. So I am making an announcement: I will finish the book by Thanksgiving. Period.
France this past summer seemed like the perfect place to write. However the minute we arrive I go into such joyous delirium that I cozy on in to reading, hiking, eating, and just being. And then we bought another house which needs renovation. In my dotage. What were we thinking?
Well we were thinking that we have always loved the house right down the rue from us. We were thinking how nice it would be to have a slightly larger place. We were thinking how cool a twelfth century tower is, how interesting it would be to renovate it, how convenient to have a guest room, how nice to have the surrounding gardens and terraces for the dogs. We were also thinking it was a sane thing to do. We shall see. One thing for sure is that it didn't leave time for me to write anything.
I'm reforming. You'll see. I just returned from a week at Cal-A-Vie getting in top physical shape for the ordeal, which involves putting my butt on a chair and my fingers on the mouse. I lost seven pounds and eight total inches in a week while eating their incredible food, hiking in the hills north of San Diego and being indulged beyond compare. It didn't work. I got distracted.
I was drawn by unseen forces to reorganize my closets and my office, which was way beyond embarrassing, and tomorrow I am going to put the final touches on things. Then I can write.
But, wait, there's more. I have to leave for Albuquerque on Wed. to work for three days. I return on a Saturday, and I can't write on a Saturday or Sunday. Looks like I've targeted Monday, November 8th. Stay tuned. We'll see.
