Here we are! Gathered together for another meeting of the IWSG. ( go here and find others!) I hope everyone has their pen and notebooks ready. I'm at my wee desk in the laundry room. Yes, I am. I moved the huge honking ugly table out of our dining room lately because:
- I'm using my Galaxy pad thingy
- I'm working all the time
- It took up too much space
- I don't feel like a writer
There - can you feel more insecure than that? On the up side I still remember that Stephen King wrote quite a few stories and novels jammed into his laundry room so ...there!
My big insecurity this month? That I'll soon be getting my edit back from the writer who agreed to mentor me and I won't have time to absorb it and work on it. I guess I have to say that I've done the thing you shouldn't do when you want to be a full-time writer. It isn't that I took a job - we do have to eat and I'll never be Margaret Atwood - but that I took a job that I love and it's meaningful and absorbing. What if I call it a year of intensive research? Yes!
I'm learning so much about the Innu and Inuit culture - the unbelievable hardships they continue to suffer at the hands of government and corporate greed as well as plain ignorance on the side of most even well-meaning white-folk. I'm learning about the hatefulness of our arrogance - how we think we know best when it comes to everything and ignore the rich culture of other peoples. So...
Also, I'm old. I really am. Sure I just got a bike and my adventurous heart is on fire most of the time but I simply can't do what I used to do. I can't do my day job and work all night on my passions. I must sleep.
I promise to do the best I can and I also promise to quit wasting my time worrying about it. I'll be back to comment on my next process with Bright Angel but in the meantime I'll come and hang around you guys and cheer you on if you want it.
Now I have to pack my lunch and head out...