Nothing to Lose, Everything to Gain
I go off-line for one day and WHAM! I have 250 e-mails to catch up on. Granted a good 200 of those are for the various writing lists I am on. Another handful for a group of neighbors. Then there are the others--the oh, this is nice, but not really for answering kind, the forwarded joke from a well-meaning family member, and the oh-God-why-must-we-perpetuate-the-chain-mail kind. And of course the small handful of e-mails from friends to answer. And these... do not include the SPAM caught in my filter. Or the work e-mails that are still growing on a Sunday night.
This weekend I've remained off-line for probably the first time ever. I needed some breathing room. And some non-electronic inspiration as I head into my last week of rewrites for my novel. I'd like to say I am ahead of the game (or on top my game) this time around, but I am afraid I am a broken record of feeling listless and a bit lost. It comes with the time of year and when my head is cluttered with work stuff. And right now it is filled both. Again.
I'm doing my best to remain positive. I have some great plans for this rewrite. Plans I know I can implement and make the story stronger and more alive. I just hope I don't peeter out when I get tired and over-run with the real life stuff (called work). But who knows til you try? And, as always, I have nothing to lose.
This weekend I've remained off-line for probably the first time ever. I needed some breathing room. And some non-electronic inspiration as I head into my last week of rewrites for my novel. I'd like to say I am ahead of the game (or on top my game) this time around, but I am afraid I am a broken record of feeling listless and a bit lost. It comes with the time of year and when my head is cluttered with work stuff. And right now it is filled both. Again.
I'm doing my best to remain positive. I have some great plans for this rewrite. Plans I know I can implement and make the story stronger and more alive. I just hope I don't peeter out when I get tired and over-run with the real life stuff (called work). But who knows til you try? And, as always, I have nothing to lose.
Labels: clutter, e-mail, writing life
