Usually I am very neat and organized kind of gal. I loathe disorder and clutter. It makes me cranky. I do love making order out of chaos–and I do it quite well, if I do say so myself.
But, I am embarrassed to say that my desk and office are an entirely different matter. It’s a heap of junk. But I don’t feel like doing anything about it. Well, maybe a teensy-weensy little ioata wants to clean it up because I am writing about it. And if I am writing about something, you can pretty much bank on the fact that it’s on my mind.
I need to move on. After turing in my manuscript and wallowing around for a good 10+ days, I guess it’s time. I have books brewing in my brain and newspaper clippings and notes jotted down on scraps of paper with a character development ideas. I have random pieces of paper and dialogue scribbled out sloppily scattered across my desk. I have characters just “coming to life” in my brain (and no–it has nothing to do with my medication), but everything about writing.
For example, who is “Janie McCormick?” I don’t know yet…the name and a young, dumpy appearing character just sort of “came” to me the other day as I was driving my daughter to preschool. Hummm…
I had a dream in which I complained about my wedding diamond being too small (it’s really just the perfect size for me), and so my hubby took me to the jeweler and plopped me down and said, “Here’s a new one. Anything for you.” And almost magically there was a large, pear-shaped diamond placed on my ring finger. Only when I went to admire it in more detail, the diamond had turned to paper and it was no longer my husband peering over my shoulder, but an ex-boyfriend. Okay–I’ve got to write about that!
And the other night as I lay half awake-half asleep with a book propped open, I started developing “new” dialogue. I am not sure if the dialogue was intended to go with Jennifer Weiner’s book, or might it be something that I insert into my own writing? I don’t know….
But I do know, it’s time to move on. I’ve got books to write. Write on!