chance of freezing rain
More portable office sessions have followed Wednesday's. I'm loving it. All these years of working amidst the chaos of a busy home have inured me to noise and interruption. I pop in those ear plugs, my cue to check out of wherever I happen to be, physically.
I like that my book is set in the past, and in imaginary places. I like the sense of escape I feel upon entering that other world. The work feels light or playful, maybe. When describing my schedule to someone at a party last night -- working with a new editor, tight deadline over the holidays, hosting family, no oven, two sick kids -- he observed, "That's a lot of pressure on you right now." Is it? Oh, yeah, I guess so. Funny how it feels so easy compared to the pressure that I had to manufacture all on my own last winter, when finishing an acceptable draft of this same book. It's infinitely easier to work with a deadline, with the support of editors, with a wanted manuscript. I can't even describe the difference. The pressure seems like a celebration, like a party to which I'm thrilled to have been invited. I feel like an actor who's been waiting and waiting to get onstage to perform, and finally my cue has come. Let me out there! Let me at it! Let me do what I've come here to do.
That's what it feels like.
And the sick kids are on meds and appear to be mending, and the lack of an oven gives me an excellent excuse (not that I should need one) to forget about whisking up the perfect Christmas from scratch. Family is here. Everyone's helping out. I'm letting them (I have control issues in the kitchen, I'll be the first to confess).
accidental tree decoration
Maybe I'll look back on this holiday as the one when I let things go and came out peacefully, blissfully, perfectly fine on the other side.
Labels: Christmas, editing, Girl Runner, holiday, weather, work, writing