I am too tired these days to find inspiration. I worry that I have lost it permanently. But then I will be sitting and typing an email to our escrow officer for the sale of our home and I will realize that I’m just tired. The words are all still in there. Otherwise, why did it take me seven paragraphs just to send her the information about the escrow officer on the other end for the house that we are purchasing?
Even so, I miss the writing. I miss the tapping at the keys and watching the words appear on the monitor. I miss the steady flow of thoughts and the fleshing out of ideas. I miss my characters and their lives.
I tell myself that all this will end eventually. We will get moved to our new home. I’ll set up my computer. And the words will flow.
But a part of me still worries. And undeniably, there will be a lot of work ahead of us still. Moving in might not be quite as difficult as moving out, but it still takes time. Decisions have to be made. Repairs have to be made. Carpeting needs to be removed and laminate installed. It all takes time.
I know myself. I won’t be able to set aside time to write as long as there are things that need to be done. Even now, sitting here and typing this, I am thinking about the next items I need to pack and feeling a bit guilty for simply sitting and enjoying a couple of macaroon cookies and a glass of water.
So it might be a while before I finish proof reading “The Many Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal.” It might be an even longer while before I get around to finishing the writing of the sequel to “Millie’s Adventures in Time.”
I sincerely doubt that there are any readers out there eagerly awaiting either of the books. But on the off chance that there are, I apologize.
For now, this might very well be the last posting to this blog for a while. Our departure date is quickly approaching, and we still have a lot to do.
