Writing

Daniel went in for surgery Thursday morning. He was under the knife for 5 hours while they fused his lumbar vertebrae, cutting into him from both the front and the back.

My sister-in-law tied the marital knot on Saturday. It was a wonderful celebration, with family visiting from all over, including a large contingency from Ecuador (where my father-in-law maintains strong […]

Last week, on Tuesday I think, I crawled into bed next to my guy as he pulled out the large stack of paper that is my manuscript and began reading.

“I’m cool,” I thought. “I can handle this.” I will not read over his shoulder. I will not obsess over what part he’s reading, and how he seems to be responding. I will not.

Except that I did. I was way too distracted to continue read The Marriage Plot, and so I curled up, convinced that I could sleep.

However, within thirty minutes of arriving I had loaded all my snacks into the fridge, hung the “do not disturb” sign, changed into my sweats, and was hard at work.

I want to lock myself in a hotel room with a about thirty cans of Starbucks espresso shots and a dozen or so Trader Joe’s hummus wraps and just write until it’s done.

To quote Sage Cohen: “Having friends to learn with and from, who are intimately engaged with the unique opportunities and challenges of the writing life, is something that I wish for every writer.”

In March I blogged about needing to focus my efforts as a writer. I was trying to do everything, and the result was the I was succeeding at nothing.