Posted by Faith on Aug 31, 2009 in Daily Musings | 2 comments
Dinkums on the deck after a rain
I joked on FaceBook about the between-books-panic. It’s real for a lot of writers, including me–a combo of the *will-I-ever-get-another-contract* worry, mixed with the *what-will-I-write-next* jitters, and a dash of the *my-last-books-are-still-selling* comfort, and all tangled up with the *if-I-died-tomorrow,-at-least-I-fulfilled-my-contract* stupidity.
I said on FB that I may paint a wall, but I know I’ll never waste a perfectly good cloudy day on that. I’ll work on the AKA’s old-dully that she pulled out from under the bed and scanned (because she lost the old file, like a ditz) and see if we can find a pub-home for her and it. But below is a pic of the writing woom (told you it needed color), and shot of Dinkums. Still missing him.
Faith
My messy writing room.
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Ohhh. Nice. I like the part about the old dog especially. I have the next book contracts all sewed up, tho. You write it!!!!
I was just reading Misty’s post at Magical Words about the 5 things you need to know about writers. Being the sort of person who makes connections between odd things, I got to thinking about the tendency of writers to wander off into imagination, the shamanistic journey, spirit guides, and the question of what to write about next.
Premise; A young writer has just finished her latest book and has nothing to do. In addition, her old dog—who’s been with her since childhood—has just died of extreme age. So our heroine has a tendency to go off on reveries in which she finds herself in all sorts of strange places. More and more often physically. With her dog by her side. Places that aren’t of or in this world.
All I can do is propose, disposal is your concern.