Thursday, July 05, 2007

Stage left? Or right?

You know how there are supposedly "stages" to nearly everything? Stages of grief, happiness, childhood? Stages of recovery, addiction, toilet training? What about the dreaded "plateau" feared and cursed by dieters everywhere? That's a stage, albeit a frustrating one. How many times have you heard, or said, "Oh, (s)he's just going through a stage."?

See? Stages. Everywhere.

Having recently completed the final edits for Snowdance, I am in a new stage, one some writers would surely find a clever, inventive title for. Me? I can only think of it as the lull stage. That's right, I'm in a lull. The sweet feeling of successfully editing a novel without (I hope) losing my mind has been followed by a few blessed hours of down time. Ah, yes...down time. Time to kick absolutely nothing, right?


Right. So far I've cleaned my closet, scrubbed the bathrooms, dusted the bookshelves, caught up on some correspondence, planted a flower bed, bought groceries (yes, we were slowly starving here!), hung pictures, purged the coat closet...need I go on? For me, the lull is filled with all the things I neglect when I'm working.

And now that I've caught up a bit on life, I'm ready to get back to work. After all, the lull has lasted oh...two, or is it three?, days.

Certainly enough time between projects., how the heck do I get off this stage, anyway?