The In Between Days Blues
Ok, I'll admit it, I'm a little stuck. I know, I know, I've claimed that "writer's block" is not something I get afflicted with much at all. That I can just "walk away" from a project and return to it in my own sweet time without causing myself or my (still pouting because Germany lost) beloved Hans the Muse any undue stress.
But I literally sat down this weekend to work on the next big Stewart Realty novel, Escalation Clause and froze like the proverbial deer in the headlights.
No problem, I said to myself. "Self," I said, "just walk away, do something else, do a little more head writing. All will be well."
So I did, and thought I had come up with the killer segue but...I sat staring at the empty screen/blinking cursor so long it seared into my retinas, I swear it (but the image of Alex Pettyfer stripping shoved it aside in due time.)
I went to see Magic Mike. I got duly hot and bothered and even more obsessed with Mr. Pettyfer (who, by the way is The Perfect Craig Robinson from the series). Let the songs from the movie roll around in my head for a solid day. Then tried again.
No dice.
A mild panic flared in my chest. But I took a Tums and ignored it.
And now, I can assure all you breathlessly waiting folks who are dying for that next Big Installment of our favorite saga about our favorite alpha male and the people who love him---thanks to Bikram Yoga. I am officially UnStuck.
Mainly because thanks to impending menopause, I am afflicted/beset/tortured by hot flashes. "no problem" yon scrawny 20-something year old bikram yoga instructor chirps to me at 7 a.m. today. "doing this will balance all that out." I glared at her. But entered the room anyway. And was able to complete not quite half of the 26 poses in the 110 degree/50% humid room without running out. All that time I spent Really Nailing my Savasana (the resting pose) and staring at the ceiling tiles gave me the epiphany I needed.
I'll be buried in this project for a while, but it's gonna be a GREAT book.
Thanks Yoga. Or better yet, thanks scrawny bitch at the front of the room who has no cellulite, no kids and no idea what additional torture I am enduring thanks to the fact that I am a woman In Her Late Forties.
Have a GREAT holiday! I'm participating in the Decadent Publishing 1NightStand hop on the 5th be sure and check us out!here is a link to the group of bloggers/writers you can visit that day.http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/?page_id=10037
But I literally sat down this weekend to work on the next big Stewart Realty novel, Escalation Clause and froze like the proverbial deer in the headlights.
No problem, I said to myself. "Self," I said, "just walk away, do something else, do a little more head writing. All will be well."
So I did, and thought I had come up with the killer segue but...I sat staring at the empty screen/blinking cursor so long it seared into my retinas, I swear it (but the image of Alex Pettyfer stripping shoved it aside in due time.)
I went to see Magic Mike. I got duly hot and bothered and even more obsessed with Mr. Pettyfer (who, by the way is The Perfect Craig Robinson from the series). Let the songs from the movie roll around in my head for a solid day. Then tried again.
No dice.
A mild panic flared in my chest. But I took a Tums and ignored it.
And now, I can assure all you breathlessly waiting folks who are dying for that next Big Installment of our favorite saga about our favorite alpha male and the people who love him---thanks to Bikram Yoga. I am officially UnStuck.
Mainly because thanks to impending menopause, I am afflicted/beset/tortured by hot flashes. "no problem" yon scrawny 20-something year old bikram yoga instructor chirps to me at 7 a.m. today. "doing this will balance all that out." I glared at her. But entered the room anyway. And was able to complete not quite half of the 26 poses in the 110 degree/50% humid room without running out. All that time I spent Really Nailing my Savasana (the resting pose) and staring at the ceiling tiles gave me the epiphany I needed.
I'll be buried in this project for a while, but it's gonna be a GREAT book.
Thanks Yoga. Or better yet, thanks scrawny bitch at the front of the room who has no cellulite, no kids and no idea what additional torture I am enduring thanks to the fact that I am a woman In Her Late Forties.
Have a GREAT holiday! I'm participating in the Decadent Publishing 1NightStand hop on the 5th be sure and check us out!here is a link to the group of bloggers/writers you can visit that day.http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/?page_id=10037
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