I keep writing about working through distractions – oh those distractions – and thinking they can’t get worse. I have to stop that. They’ve now reached biblical proportions – flood levels through Calgary close to the flow rate over Niagara Falls.
We’re now rebuilding, in a desperate flurry to empty soaked basements and strip them down to studs and cement before mould takes over. I’m not one of the mud-bedecked volunteers because I’m allergic to mould and… well… there’s no point in my going down and making the situation worse. I’ve found myself another job, posting flood updates on Facebook, for friends who are too busy with the work of rebuilding to follow breaking news, or are out of town but want to stay up-to-date.
So I have a flood-job, but I feel the need to settle back into regular life a little, to remind myself that there is normalcy, even if it’s a new normal here.
I ventured down into one of the recovering evacuation zones and met some writers who were going to coffee shops and libraries to write anyway. That’s what I need to do. I think I just need to work. Perhaps I’ll have an epic fail – I’ll let you know – but I will make the attempt. It’s bum-in-seat time.
Maureen
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