A Late Morning
plus update #6
Writing has really slowed down this week. Even the fact that you are receiving this at noon instead of the usual 6 a.m. is an indication of the slowness. I’m not beating myself up over this though because that would just be silly. The only person who cares is me and even that is tenuous at times.
As far as the project goes, which I can now safely say is a book, I have really gotten things organized this week. The manuscript will be divided into three parts. I was “writing my way through” the first part which led to absolute chaos. Bits and pieces and fragments were all over the place. A scattering of unrelated items found together in a junk drawer. Earlier this week, fed up with the mayhem, I sat down and drafted a basic outline. There is now something resembling order. The junk drawer is now just a drawer.
So at this point it makes most sense to start back at the top and work my way through Part 1 using this outline. This wasn’t a part of my original plan. The goal was to get through a full manuscript, untouched, before rewriting. But it would appear this book had other plans for itself.
In any case the ball moved down the field this week. Perhaps not in the way I intended but it moved nonetheless.
In other news, I’m sitting in bed with Birdie nuzzled up next to me. She’s under the covers which I rarely let her do but I was feeling the cozy vibes this morning. My phone is playing some quiet ambient music, basically stuff you’d hear while getting a massage in a spa. The morning sun is streaming its way through the trees outside my window. The bright young greens on the branches, leaves bursting forward after a winter’s sleep, look like they’re illuminated from the inside. Birdsong can be heard over the passing cars. My tea is now lukewarm but nevertheless inviting.
Spring is here. Wild, luscious, sneezy, warm, time of renewal. A time of beginnings and ponderings. My body needs rest and I have the morning free. My bed seems like the perfect place to enjoy this scene of life. Generally I’m pretty bad at doing nothing so it takes conscious effort for me to stay put. This morning, though, this morning I cannot think of any place I’d rather be than with my dog by my side, covers over us both, tea nearby, and abundant glorious life happening just outside my bedroom window.