If It’s Tuesday . . .
Oops! It is Tuesday, and I’m a day late for my every-other-Monday blog post. On any weekday lately, you’ll find me glued to my computer. I am fully immersed in a manuscript revision.
We have clouds on Cape Cod right now, and my head may appear to be in them, but my mind is laser-focused on the edit. If someone greets me saying, Hello-how-are-you, I’m wondering if there’s a comma after hello. If a biker rides by with a child in tow, I picture them in the background of one of my scenes, adding color. I can’t watch a movie without parsing all the details, and if I find an overly obvious red herring, the neighborhood can hear me pointing it out. “Ha! Gotcha!”
In a room full of people, I may suddenly disappear into my novel, discussing possible alterations with my characters. My husband has to repeat everything he says, and Livia, my muse, runs when she sees me approaching. I may have stepped on her tail in one of my fugues.
All of this is a self-serving whine about why I missed my Monday blog.
As Shakespeare says: “Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.”
And, so, think of me kindly. I am doing what I love. I hope you are doing the same!