I’m supposed to be editing, but I’ve had no brain for it. I’ve been pulled in a million directions – summer and family and renovations and planning for fall (both daughters heading to university, one out of town). The garden has been growing voraciously, and we’ve been fighting back. I dug out a clematis bent on world domination, getting stronger every time I cut it back. We’ve taken out at least three compost bins worth of trimmings and weeds.
I have odds and bits to do for the Banff course in September, admin work I’m simply ignoring, and I just remembered the pending deadline for a grant application.
What I really need to be doing is editing the third in the Veil of Magic series. It’ll be out in the spring, so the pressure is on to get the manuscript ready for publicity before the release date.
We’re still editing for content, although I’ve been assured the remainder won’t be extensive, as the manuscript is quite clean. For now, the focus is on working threads a little deeper, intensifying, adding tumult and more magic. I love all that, couldn’t possibly argue against more magic, and yet… my brain has had no sparkle, no creativity to launch in and tackle this.
Until this weekend.
I was woken in the night by drunks partying on the street (hot night, open window), and instead of settling back to sleep I found myself sitting in the living room with a note pad, writing out the changes I want to make.
I’m hoping I can find a quiet time and quiet mind to finish this round of editing without having to write in the middle of the night.
Maureen
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