As a break from the Beasty novel, I did a few touch ups on the novel out for submission and fixed some minor things that were bothering me. I also spent some time on a short story. The short took more than I’d scheduled, but I know I shouldn’t turn down inspiration when it finds me. Honestly, even though I wanted to work on the Beasty novel, I knew I wasn’t ready to. I’ve learned my lessons!
February was the re-start that January didn’t offer. I went through all my things and tried to confront my bad habits. It was a month of adjustments that have felt much needed.
I started with my things: one drawer, one closet, one room at a time. Because I’ve gone konmari on my house before, it wasn’t so difficult this time. Mostly it was time to get rid of things that were broken or worn out or were no longer useful, and also a reminder of what I have. It’s amazing how physically acting on a space can make you feel like you have a bit more control over your life. There is literal baggage to get rid of. Order that’s visible. It’s such a contrast to the writing life, where there is so much you can’t talk about and there is often nothing concrete to admire.
I also started going to the gym and almost look forward to the early morning’s there. The biggest challenge hasn’t been motivating myself to go, but balancing my blood sugar levels. I’ve been doing a series of experiments to see what I need to eat before and after to ensure I’m not light headed. Some days worked out, and some days didn’t. My writing suffered while I tried to figure the balance, but I feel so much stronger physically that I think I’ll stick to it. In a month I’ve noticed I can walk up the hill to the house without as much trouble and some exercises are easier. I don’t get as tired as fast and I’m sleeping better. I’m far from fit, but taking steps towards better health is another one of those controllable things, when what happens with my writing is not.
And sewing! As usual when I’m in between novels I’ve been firing up the machine. It feels like stretching my creativity, or working a different set of muscles. I’ve been buying indie sewing patterns and been learning a ton. It’s low stakes and enjoyable. I sewed up a foam insert to carry my SLR camera around in, and I sewed up an over sized sweatshirt that’s so cozy. A finished garment is something I can hold in my hands. Tangible. Real.
Sometimes it’s good to get out of your head.
- Half a King by Joe Abercrombie
- The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
- Cold Iron by Stina Leicht