Wow. What a busy weekend. It started out with a visit to a gravely ill friend, expanded into twenty-four hours of child watching, and ended with yard work. The yard work was definitely my favorite part of the last few days. Getting dirty outside is one of my gentle goals. It’s 83 here and time for fine tuning the sprinkler system, sewing grass seed, and mowing. The only remaining snow is in the mountains, suspended there as our precious summer melt-off.
I’m still in the grip of massive burnout, but I’ve been thinking a lot about what to do in the interim. Waiting for inspiration is a big part, being patient and understanding with myself is always a challenge. But, aside from the obvious pleasure of stringing words like pearls (which only happens once every ten pages if I’m lucky) what do I really miss about pounding out a novel?
Routine and focus. Staring off into space or wiling away precious time watching TV isn’t for me. Even the addictive lure of a mobile device has its limits. Unless I’m on a tropical vacation (I wish), routine is important to me. The every night butt-in-chair, moving toward an end result type of routine. And, there’s nothing on Earth like the focus required while writing a coherent and correctly punctuated sentence.
So, I’ve refined a gentle goal: I’m coming back to the big white screen every evening. If I just sit here, that’s fine. I’m under no obligation to create anything remotely sophisticated. It’s re-establishing the interrupted routine, staying close to the keyboard and being ready when the words start flooding in that counts.
How do you re-establish a broken routine?