It’s a new month, but not a new WIP… at least not for me.
Welcome back once more to Singer of the Swan’s Song (working title, of course) for another WIPpet. Since it’s the tenth of July, allow me to offer you ten more sentences of Atyr’s story.
It didn’t take much beyond the woman’s tone to tell her what had happened. “You told him to do that?” She didn’t care if she’d shouted at the Master Healer. Now the fury she’d felt to her two watchkeeps, poor foolish creatures, she realized just doing what they’d been told, unable to know better.
The Master Healer nodded with clear satisfaction. “Of course I did. I haven’t spent these past few days mending all those cuts and bruises to let Lassau add another dozen or so more. You can find new ways to seek connection to the Goddess than in that woman’s twisted care.”
Atyr looked at the woman coldly. “You want me to die,” she said keeping her voice as quiet as she could.
So there it is–I hope you liked it.
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A whole new Round of Words started last Monday. I was “in” but “not in” until this Sunday, able to use some public machines to comment on blogs, but not daring to actually post until I knew my home machine was stable enough (and not compromised any more than my legitimate software requires so that it can be updated, etc.).
It’s happier now. I am too. My writing is still behind. I hadn’t realized how much I was relying in that first week of the month to get my rhythm going for this Camp NaNo, but I’m finding myself fighting the “I need to get stuff done” drive for our camping preparations as well as the “I’m so far behind now, I can’t catch up” call to give up.
It’s a recurring problem I’ve had since school. Back then if I missed a day or (more often the case) didn’t do my homework, but realized I needed to make up the work to avoid that nasty zero in the grade books, I’d feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of everything… and I’d give up. I’d try to hide the bad grades from my parents; I’d act as if I didn’t care to the other kids in school, even when every tease burned. I hated the fact that I was constantly giving up, but I didn’t know how to get to where I wanted to be. And the resulting depression just made it harder to even maintain the status quo let alone catch up.
I wanted to start again without any backlog, and school didn’t work that way. Which is perhaps why the concept of the ROW80 appeals so much to me. It’s more like life, where people are constantly remaking themselves as they learn and discover what works best for their needs.
Where we can Forgive and Forget … and then move on.
Yes, the same amount of work still needs to be done, but I dictate the direction it will take and the timeframe I will work on it in. And I can change things as life happens. Oddly enough, that is enough to make me feel better and enough to stop me from freezing up when I find I’m falling behind.
I’m behind, but I’m still writing. I’m still editing. Swan Song may not be written this year. I have not set date for the release of the series. Sooner is, clearly, better since it allows me to share it with people while I’m able to interact well with the audience and hopefully be able to write more, but if something happens, it doesn’t set me in a funk the way it used to.
So, while I’m still behind, I’m catching up. For this month’s CampNaNo goal of 50K, I should be at about 17K today. Instead, I’m at about 7K (estimation given because some of the work is handwritten). I’m not panicking though, because it only takes a few bouts of #wordmongering and #1K1hr sprints to make a 3K day. I have time to make it up now and more time to finish things when we come back next Friday.
Camping “not quite” old-style
And my ROW80 Fitness goals will be flying after a week of rowing the boat around our bay (we’ll be at the end of Pope Bay on Saranac Lake ), sawing firewood, and meandering through the woods. Last year we were at the far end of Boot Bay, and there was a wonderful spot for rowing there. I’m hoping for some similar fun this year.
That, with some notebooks and pens, and a week of no internet… I’ll be back into the “Write Mode” by end of this break; I always am. Changes in rhythm are refreshing and a great way to rediscover one’s focus. I’ve always found this true for me.
What rhythms or ruts have you found yourself in? And how did you get back on track?
To ease you all into Summertime, here’s a little Porgy & Bess, as sung by the talented Leontyne Price. Mmm!
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