There’s no doubt about it, the writing plans for 2010 have turned out to be – in a word – rubbish.
Strangely, I feel quite okay about that… even some relief at the pressure being lifted off my shoulders. The elbow injury dug in its metaphorical heels, resisting all conservative forms of treatment which left surgery as the only option. I’m still doing the best I can with voice recognition software, but it has to be said it’s just not the same. In fact, I was in the middle of commenting on a techie blog about the problems with it, when it crashed. (Um… perhaps it IS smarter than I gave it credit for?)
The good news is that I have officially given myself the rest of the year off. That is to say, no editing or revising of any of the various longer works-in-progress which clutter up my desktop; no submitting of any kind (unless they really, really beg…); and no writing (except for handwritten poetry, if I really feel the need).
Although this initially felt like giving up, failure, reason to doubt the point of existence, I am at last emerging into a new relationship with the not-writing. It’s a holiday; a break; a trial separation to see if we are truly suited to each other. I hope for a reconciliation, but I do not hang my sense of self-worth on it. And yes, we are allowed to see others during this time. I shall dig out sketching pad and pencils, and writing can do its own thing too.
In a couple of weeks, I will toddle along to Aussiecon 4 and meet up with the fabulous Orbiteers, the wonderful Kim Falconer and numerous other writers and editors whom it is my privilege to know as online friends. I plan to have the most fun ever, and the fact that I am not currently writing is not going to interfere with my partying plans.
Who knows, I might even get inspired to break my own rule and start on a new story.