Shape Shifting

By Christine Kling


I’ve rarely failed to get a blog post up on my weekends, but this weekend I completely lost track of time. I’ve been slowly traveling back toward Florida from the Marshall Islands and I think I’ve been lost in some kind of time limbo.


We left Majuro at 8:00 p.m. On Friday evening and flew to Honolulu and then on to San Francisco and then down to Ontario. We saw the sun set in Majuro, rise again in Honolulu, set again in San Francisco, and yet we arrived in Ontario on Friday evening at 7:30 p.m. A half hour earlier than when we left Majuro.


I think my brain went into some kind of slow-mo and got lost out there in the sky over the Pacific Ocean. I forgot that I had to write a blog, I forgot to check my own emails, I got so tired, I forgot to mail off the proofed manuscript of Dragon’s Triangle I had promised to send my editor.


Here at Write on the Water we often write about the difficulty of shifting between the world of boats and the world of books. I’ve been living the sailing life for two months now, but I’m off to the SleuthFest Writers Conference on Thursday, and I need to adjust to more than a change of time zones. I don’t suppose the rudder wrangling story will get much play there, so I’ve been trying to read and catch up on all the news from the book world. Like a shape-shifter, I feel like I’m creaking and twisting and and pulling myself into this new form. Christine, the writer. But before I go to SF, I need to move my own boat to a dock 50 miles to the north, so I’ll have to shape shift back into a yachtie for the day on Wednesday. And once Talespinner is tied up at her new home in New Smyrna Beach, I’ll shape back to being a writer for the next six months. Sigh.


Fair winds,

Christine


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Published on February 23, 2014 17:26
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