So, I spent a week or two doing nothing, which I think is perfectly within my rights when I've just finished a production - time to get my thoughts in order, right? But then last night I had a dream about three pretty important people telling me to get off my ass and get back to work, so I think maybe that was the sign I needed. In the name of starting slow (I'm still not feeling up to messing with Dog in Space again... too much of a good thing?) I'm probably just going to spend the next few days getting Other People's Garden Gnomes to a place where I can submit it for possible publication.
God, I shouldn't be nervous about that prospect but I am. Maybe it's because I interned there. It's not even that I'm scared of rejection - I'm scared of putting my work out there. Which is a stupid thing for a writer to be scared of, I mean, I've done it before.
It's begun to ash. Like, as in a verb. The wildfires have been going so long that it's falling from the sky. The smoke is really, really thick. It should be blue out today but it's more white. I can't even see the sun and the light is coming through orange, even at midday. It's almost like an apocalyptic movie if not for the fact that we're all cozy in our air conditioning and the plants are still green. Like, we're not scorched at all... but somewhere the world is burning.
Well, back to work!
Also, my blog hit counts are basically back to what they were pre-YPF. Told you it was temporary. ;)
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