Not productive.
I also had to work to stay off Twitter and facebook in general and refuse to give in to the urge to check my email every few minutes.
Why? I kept asking myself. You have work to do! Get to it!
But it was hard work. Intense work. My brain was metaphorically sweating, for hours at a time. And all it wanted was a little breather to do something mindless for say, three minutes.
What's funny to me is that pretty much the minute I pressed send and sent the new-and-improved Boundless draft to my editor, I lost the desire to play the game. Or hang out on Twitter and facebook. It took about a week of resting, getting adequate sleep, weaning myself off the caffeine I used via iced tea to get myself through the deadline, cleaning my house so that my mind felt uncluttered, but at the end of all of that, I felt like myself again.
Whew.
And then I wanted to write. Not for work. Not for pay (although pay is good. I like pay.) but for the sheer joy of writing. For the fun of finding characters and watching them go do their unexpected things. For the beauty of language. For the play of ideas.
It is soooooo good to write out of joy again.
Right now I am working on:
- a novella. Details on that to come.
- a short story for a very awesome anthology that I was thrilled to be asked to be a part of
- a new novel
- and still stewing over the final changes I need to make to Boundless. Cuz we're not done yet, folks.
