So just as I’m grappling with the novel WIP, a roadblock occurred this morning, setting everything connected to the story askance; I’ve just sent Kendall and his family to California for the beginning of the Major League Soccer season, forgetting completely about training camp that takes place in Arizona….
Okay, what does this mean for the plot? I have no idea. What it means for my current idea of writing is very clear; this novel will be shelved, because I simply don’t have the time or energy to work around a big lapse in research. But I’m not daunted; today’s inspirational quote, which I read prior to realizing this error is: Some grin and bear it. Others smile and do it.
As soon as this issue arose, I saved the paragraph I’d written, closing up that manuscript. Then I glanced at my sewing table, where scraps have accumulated over the last few days. I started up the music, then went to work, embracing this sudden detour, considering how to fill what was going to be weeks worth of scattered writing as my eldest counts down the last days of her pregnancy, as the holidays approach, as The Burrito and his mum are slated to arrive at the end of the week, Dad on his way next week, as well as my own better half currently away on business. My goodness, the whole family is as askew as my latest novel!
Or are they…. Not really, hehehe. Everyone and thing are right where they are supposed to be on this day, even if means my plans for a sequel are on permanent hold. While stability is necessary, so is adaptability. I’ll work on this improv sleeping bag insert today, as I’d love to get the top sewn before guests arrive on Friday, at which time my sewing table will be sent to the garage so my grandson has a place to sleep. I’ll pull out The Hawk Part 12 to revise when my authorial muscles require a workout and…. Let the rest of life go as it will.
I wondered about writing earlier today, not feeling drawn to do it, but I’m at home this morning, words needing to be added to…. To a story that may or may not be completed one day, but I have to believe if that story is meant to reach The End, it will. Most important right now is the element of trust. Many concrete parts of my existence have been upended, but being wrenched from routine isn’t comfortable, requiring blind faith. A sewing machine will tether me along that path, as well caring for little ones, as will a tale that has been the backbone of my writerly life for over four years. I do want to finish The Hawk, maybe I merely needed a little break. All I know for certain is that this morning, post-blog, I’ll sew with a bright smile on my face. Sometimes life is as simple at that, thank the lord.