Understating the obvious

Well it’s been a while, hasn’t it?! Mind you, you should be used to my somewhat hit and miss offerings of late (ahem, over the past few years…).

Right now I can point towards ‘these unprecedented times’ as my reason (ermmm, excuse). As to my infrequent and erratic appearance during the months and years prior to ‘the current circumstances’, well your guess is as good as mine as to the reasons why. I’m sure there would be overlap, if we chose to compare notes.

One thing that the CoViD-19 pandemic (euphemisms are so over-rated) has does is put a big spanner in the works on the novel that I was editing. Given that its storyline is virus-related (sort of), I just couldn’t get my head in the correct space to continue editing.

I’m not worried about the possible criticism – oh, she used CoViD-19 as an easy inspiration – oh, it’s lazy writing – oh, why would I want to read that after the terrible things that have been happening – oh she is profiting out of others’ grief and misfortune – and so on. Whatever you write, you will always be criticised, there will always be someone who wants to tear you to shreds. And, really, profit? I’m under no illusion that making any kind of living out of writing isn’t guaranteed, especially not these days!

Don’t get me wrong, I am lucky to be able to work from home. I’m also a little less lucky because I have a condition which means I need to shield/self-isolate more than your average person. It’s fine. I’m employed, I can pay my bills, I’m not suffering. But, these changes in circumstance have been a challenge. For those of us not in terrible difficulties (and for that I thank my lucky stars, my ancestors, this good Earth, any heavenly body or otherwise who is listening), this enforced stay at home period has resulted in ups and downs.

For me the downs meant a feeling of near-revulsion for my draft novel. Not because the plot is virus/pandemic related (all is not as it seems, if that’s not too much of a spoiler!), but just because my focus and concentration was suddenly directed elsewhere:

  • where to set up my home office (such as it is)
  • wondering how long before my eyes fell out from squinting at a laptop screen when I normally use two large desktop monitors in the office
  • how many times I would have to reset my printer to hook up with my home WiFi
  • how to set up my new work mobile phone
  • overcoming my revulsion for Skype/Zoom (I really do not like seeing my digital self)

The list could go on and on. I also felt guilty for allowing these, quite frankly, insignificant things to consume me when I could be in a much, much worse situation. Swear words were said, many, many times.

I’m only human. Like many, many others, I had to learn to adapt, to not keep beating myself with an imaginary stick for not making the most of my down-time by writing. But in truth, writing (or rather editing) felt like a bridge too far. Too much mental energy for the amount I had spare after all the work ‘stuff’ and the dark inability to tear myself away from the news as I ate my lunch or ‘relaxed’ after work.

Finally though, I had a breakthrough. Last night, unplanned, I managed to do some editing and amazingly resolved a plot problem that had been haunting me for a long, long time. I was quite surprised, to understate the obvious.

I’m not setting myself a goal for my next breakthrough. There is no deadline. Let’s face it, this novel has been a work in progress for several years, so the latest intermission won’t make much difference. I’m just thankful that I haven’t permanently lost my mojo.

It seems my writerly brain is alive and well, if a little peripatetic at the moment.

Stay safe everyone.

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Blogspot comments – my nemesis!

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I am interrupting this programme for a public service announcement of sorts for my online blogging friends.

For the past couple of weeks, my ability to comment on blog posts where the host is Blogspot has been cruelly thwarted. This happens every now and again, but damn, it’s frustrating! I expect that this also happens for Blogspot bloggers who are trying to comment on WordPress. I’ve got to the point where my heart sinks a little when I open a blog to read a poem/piece of prose and see the blogspot url.

Here’s what happens. I write a comment, click on publish and the usual verification process doesn’t work. Instead, I am caught in a Groundhog Day kind of process where I click on ‘publish’ , the page refreshes and… I have to click on ‘publish’ again. Needless to say, most of the time, my comment can’t be published.

So, if you wonder where my comments are my Blogspot friends, they are probably floating around in the ether somewhere, never to be seen again.

I don’t know where the problem lies but I do hope the tech-geeks sort it out soon…

Tang – Five Sentence Fiction

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Tang.

Salt tang.

Sweet oblivion, for without the dark, there can be no light.

I float, rise above my earth-bound body.

You wash over me and now, now I am whole. 

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After a scarily long absence from my blog – no excuses, it’s just how it’s been – here is my long-overdue entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this azure-hued photo for our delight, delectation and inspiration. Please do visit here to read the entries from other writers who love to keep it short, and yet still full of meaning.

As for my entry above, well, I leave it to your imagination as to what inspired me, together with the photo! All comment are very, very welcome, if you feel so moved.