A day late...and we won't even talk about dollars here. Blame the title of this week's post. Yes, yes I have been distracted. Thanks for asking.
"But whatever could be distracting you?" you might ask. The short answer is: What isn't distracting me? The result looks like an ADHD squirrel went on an espresso bender and then went straight into meltdown after the part where everything is in some state of progress that can't be backed out of. Mostly this has to do with getting ready for winter. It is garden season and while not everything is ripe yet, it is quickly approaching the day where it will all come in pretty much at once. This means I need to get ready. My main focus has been on freezer and pantry space, canning jars (and whether the off brand lids will seal reliably), and making sure that anything that should be used sooner rather than later gets its opportunity. Oh, and I'm making a batch of mead. I've made wine the past few years but this is a first for mead and I find the differences really interesting. The hubby is trying to coax the garden to produce not only our summer season but also a late fall crop. The cats are mostly soaking up the sun and jumping at anything that moves in the yard. They have to hone those instincts, after all, before they settling into the pudgy laziness of cold days. It might not be Christmas in July, but it is absolutely summer looking toward winter. So, where does the writing fit into all of this? Where is the art? Well, they are inching along, slower than normal but still inching along. It's a chrysalis time of year where the changes seem invisible from day to day. That's okay. I've been here before. I know how it works. While I'm waiting for the beautiful pop of a sealed jar full of spaghetti sauce or sauerkraut for New Year's Eve, those words scrawled during the quiet moments are adding up on my paper. They don't count until they are typed, but that's okay. They are in their cocoon just waiting to burst forth. The ideas for art are percolating through my brain, and oh do I have plans for when the time is right. I'm down to waiting for responses from two separate books. I will not cry (much) if they both give my work a pass. Maybe that realization comes from this time of focusing on future necessities. Maybe my inner squirrel has stopped running around like a mad thing enough to focus on what really matters to me. Maybe it's just the calm between action (read that as desperation, if you would) sequences in the plot of my creative life. Whatever the reason, I will look at this as a good thing. If you are in your summer creative cocoon, too, I hope that you are growing beautiful wings. Who knows, maybe we'll get to dance on air together one day soon.
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