I've finished all my assignments and have all but one of them back and I'm wandering around the house wondering what to do with my time. It's not as if I don't have anything to do.
- I have a stack of books I've been wanting to read for a long time.
- I have a garden I've just dug up and started planting.
- I have a fence that suddenly became a pile of rubble and needs to be replaced.
- I have knitting half done,
- a tapestry waiting to be finished,
- painting that needs to be done and
- a book to write (and one to edit).
And those are just the things I WANT to do.
But none of it grips me. None of it fires my imagination for longer than an hour or so. Even the garden doesn't hold me for longer than it takes to water it - that takes some planning and time in the middle of a drought, believe me.
It's like I'm stuck in limbo and have to float around in here for a while - until my mind changes gears and settles into the next phase of activity.
I hope it doesn't take too long. I have a very limited time before uni starts back again and I want to get some creative work done. I want to edit 18 chapters and write at least 3 more. (The editing is the hard bit. Anyone can write a book but it takes real skill to edit one so that it draws the reader into the story and keeps them there. That's the challenge - and what I want to master.)
I don't think it's unreasonable to want to do that in three weeks. It's achievable - if I can just focus on it. Perhaps I should just make myself do it and see how I go.
Now ... what was the story about?