Just when I was beginning to think I wouldn’t be doing anything creative this year, there has been a breakthrough.
It was bad enough before Covid19 but since it arrived, I have been floundering.
I am used to feeling like a ship without a rudder, indeed, I have done some of my best work like that, but this was different. There was no ship, never mind a rudder, no get up and go or even much of a guilt trip about my non-activity.
There was so much I wanted to do this year and it wasn’t really my fault that so much has happened to derail me. Malfunctions of every kind, postponements galore and then along came lockdown.
I would normally have loved an excuse to hole up like a hermit, as I love being on my own. Quite a different thing to be banned from going out and it has really been getting my goat.
I tried to reason with myself, even tried bribing but I wasn’t buying it.
Then something must have happened.
I have no idea what, but my brain started working. I mean, it was cooperating like crazy and before I knew it, I was in my working clothes and sawing wood like a crazy person.
Replacing the old bonsai shelves is underway, and that’s not all…
I have also been editing the last few chapters of Anita’s new book.
Picked up a book I have been dying to read, Himself by Jess Kidd and am enjoying reading it.
While all this was going on, I managed to get a priority slot with Tesco, so starving is now on hold, at least for now.
I have finally been working on the storyboard for my new WIP, for my detective, David Snow, has won the battle for his sequel to Out of Time. I had the feeling he would.
So, I seem to be firing on all cylinders now and hope it lasts, for I am enjoying being back to my old self. Figuratively speaking, of course…