I don’t sleep well. I
haven’t since my mid-twenties—half my lifetime ago. If I could unscrew my head and put it on the
side table, I have no doubt I would sleep like the dead. Or a discreet off switch. That would work too. Unfortunately, unable to access either of
these methods, my brain continues to turn, the little gerbil on the wheel
running full tilt when I least want it.
I actually like this state when I am in creation mode. I used to keep sticky notes and a pencil at my
bedside, in my car, on my desk. Thanks
to my ever-supportive husband, I now have a digital recorder which is much
easier to access when groping around in the dark. No less disruptive to my husband’s sleep but
certainly more efficient.
I have struggled with the synopsis and query for Love
Denied. Writing the novel pales in
comparison to these two tasks. My
already busy brain becomes jumbled and the resulting incoherency is quite
painful…and discouraging. If you’re
familiar with the fast forward sound of a cassette tape, you’ll have a sense of
what happens in there.
Through many walks around the lake, daily Zumba and the help
of online friends, I finally managed to sweep the brain litter aside enough to
get a semblance of both the query and synopsis completed.
I rewarded myself with a day off. No writing, no researching, no online hunt
and pecking. Nothing except lying in the
sun. Diet coke in reach, Diana Krall’s
soothing voice lulling me into a stupor, I stretched out to let the sun work
its magic, warming my body and emptying my mind.
And BOOM! The entire
plot arc for the next novel revealed itself.
Did I grab my recorder? No I ran
into the house and typed up a storm. An
hour later, I felt amazing. And, there
was still time left to go back to that R & R I so looked forward to.
Fifteen minutes into my next session, BAM! The subsequent novel teased me. My husband just shook his head as I headed
back into the office.
It seems I should have just taken in some sun while
struggling through the query and synopsis.
Who knew that En Vogue had it right?
Free your mind and the rest will
follow.
Oh, I do believe I have seriously dated myself in this
entry. J