Michelle's corner

43,364 now.

The last few weekends were taken up with guests so not much was done. However, this morning I'm working from home so I don't have to drive anywhere.

Last night I did try and work on things, but wasn't in the mood. This morning, I've managed to do a little more.

It's quite difficult; writing only really comes when in the mood. Life always has disturbances. There's quite a bit of foundational stuff happening at the moment. My job is going through a negotiation process; restructuring is always an unsettling time. Doesn't happen that often but when it does, it causes a lot of grief. I've also got a few friends in trouble of varying degrees and some scary stuff happening as well, like selling my books at a convention in four weeks time! Eek!

Yes, even positive things are responsible for stress as well.

One of the things my Master taught me was, "Be concerned but never worry." Another was, "Never worry worry, until worry worries you." I don't know where the hell he got those phrases from.

But everything is compartmentalised. I'm sat in a mental room full of doors. Stuff is happening behind every one of them, but the doors are closed, meaning that there's  nothing I can do about them. When it is time for me to interact with the various issues, then the doors will open again and fate will roll her dice on that particular encounter.

So in that dead time, as long as I can regain enough focus, then I can write.

It's like layers sometimes. Getting down a rough sketch, then firming up the lines, adding a splash of colour and filling it out ... I'm still getting the sketch down, effectively.