Apologies for the absence, dear readers. I’ve been taking a few days off (more like the entire month of April) from the blog to give me a chance to regroup and think about what’s ahead for me both personally and professionally.
I didn’t think having a second child would be such a huge transition for me, but it’s been major — I feel like my world has been turned upside down, I’m not complaining, but still! — and I’m still trying to figure out what my new working schedule should look like in the coming months. Let’s see, do I clean the toilet before or after scouring the refrigerator? Har, har. Seriously, I’ve mentioned I’m not in a big hurry to hustle Katie off to childcare (especially since I’m between publishing gigs right now; it just doesn’t make sense to hire a sitter if I don’t absolutely need one) but that’s also meant my days have become a lot more constricted. During the few hours of “down time” available to me while Katie naps, I found I was expending all my writing energy crafting blog posts, rather than working full steam ahead on a new book project that’s been percolating inside of me for years. By the time I was ready to switch over to the book — wahhhh!!! — Katie was guaranteed to wake up from her nap, ending my writing time for the day. So I had to choose: Do I blog? Or do I work on the book? And, friends, I have to go with the latter course because it feels like more of a real job (barely).
It’s so funny writing a blog. It becomes an addiction. A compulsion. I can’t NOT blog. It’s somewhat of a perfect vehicle for me except for the uncomfortable fact that there’s barely any money in it (for me). I know of many others who make a killing writing a blog but I’ve recently had to admit I’ll never be one of them. C’est la vie, baby. (Although I still have fantasies about plastering coffee mugs with Rurally Screwed’s unofficial motto: “Don’t beat the baby in front of the dogs.” Would you buy a coffee mug or tee shirt that said that? For the low, low price of $12.95? I live by this pearl of wisdom everyday.)
Anyway, so this new book I’ve been working on, I am ferociously pumped about. I write pages in a fever, in a frenzy, which is a feeling I love and cherish more than anything in this world, and I know that when I feel this way, I have to get it all down before it goes bye-bye or I start drinking heavily. [Quick aside: I just glanced out my living room window and saw three wild turkeys strutting across my front yard. It's some kind of omen, right?] It’s a story I’ve wanted to tell forever but could never quite figure out how to pull it off. Until I had Katie and found myself spending long hours at home alone with her NOT staring at a computer screen. I was also doing a lot of reading of good books during that time and it is that slow, solitary, bleating downtime where fresh ideas generate. So over the course of a few days, I outlined the entire book. Nothing is set in stone. I understand things change during the writing process, but I wanted to write with a clear end in sight so I can maintain that feverish energy and momentum throughout. I’m writing a page turner, in other words, the kind of book you can’t help but read to the absolute end even if you kind of hate it. You know the kind of book I’m talking about? Yeah, that’s what I’m shooting for.
So that’s where I’m at. Blog posts will be fewer and farther between for the next couple months or so, and I fully realize I’ll lose a bunch of readers in the process, but it’s a sacrifice I have to make in my march toward world domination. (Oh please, oh please, oh please, get me on the Live with Kelly and Michael show.) The Solha setback was a huge bummer but it’s because of that failure I’ve found a new way forward.
Back to the book…