I can safely say from August 9th through until today (September 5th, I note), I have done next to nothing productive. I actually went away during that time, and should have had normal internet to retain contact and updates, but just a fluke of location made the connection non-viable. Aside from that, with my cat dying, and being hit by the most god-awful case of influenza, I just lost a lot of time in the past month.
I have glimmers of awareness that I am, in fact, rejoining the land of the living. I can stay awake for most of the day! For a while there, I was actually sleeping some obscene amount, over 20 hours a day. That is unheard of in my life, so there’s some gauge for the severity of my illness and despair. I’m also hungry. You can always tell that I’m on my way back to good health when eating becomes a priority again.
With my experiences to reflect upon, I have come to terms with the fact that I have absolutely no way to focus on my writing whenever I go away. I take my equipment, I intend on using spare time to keep working, and it NEVER happens. Ever. So I accept that I am not an out-of-house writer.
It was a surreal feeling to truly quantify how long it had been since I was even mentally in my story world. I considered this while I was still pretty ill and prone to sleeping all day, so the thoughts were kind of hazy. I was actually wondering what I used to do, before all this, before the month. Who was I? What was important? It was like my characters were under an invisibility cloak, and I had suddenly realised the room was very empty. So I searched, and I came across an anomaly in all that blankness, something from a half-remembered dream. I used to write. I have people waiting for me, stories not fully told.
It didn’t all come rushing back in some blaze of creative glory. I was probably in the middle of drifting back to sleep, but the knowledge had been released, freed from the cone of silence. I thought of names and faces I hadn’t considered for almost an entire month, of their plans and conflicts, and it was weird. Weird that I hadn’t thought of them, when they had consumed so much of my mind previously. Weird to think about them again, and not have the clarity of the constant, immediate work on their story, but also weird because there was that secret little passion tucked away with them. The one that makes me a writer. I remembered their story, and it began niggling in the back of my head. I want to read what I’ve already written, and throw myself back in. I need to.
So maybe to say I’ve rejoined the land of the living isn’t entirely honest. I’ve woken up, though. I’m here. The part of me that doesn’t just lay around and feel sad and lost is gaining ground, gently soothing back the parts which are still tired and raw. And I missed you guys. I like my collection of internet peoples, you’re all so bright and interesting! It’s nice to be aware again. I hope your month hasn’t been anything like mine.
8 thoughts on “And now, a return to your regular viewing”
well welcome back! thanks for posting!
Sorry to hear that you’ve been so unwell 😦 I’m glad you’re slowly on the mend, though! Whilst it’s different, I understand feeling constantly tired and dead-the-world. My pregnancy has been pretty rough and now that I’m so close to the end, it’s getting more and more uncomfortable; so I haven’t done anything productive, either!
Pregnancy is a challenging time for your body, all nine months of it! Best to just take things as they come, because there definitely will be opportunities for you to get back to productive writing once you’re settled with bubs. Thanks for the well-wishes!
So glad you feel better — what a rough month for you! I know what you mean about forgetting all about your characters–I’ve had those times and they feel so strange! Like you I’m also not an out-of-house writer. Glad you’re freed from the cone of silence!
Glad to hear I’m not the only one to forget characters; it felt a bit like a betrayal for a moment. XD
So glad you are feeling better, Ashlee. Some months just suck. No other word for it. Thank goodness they pass.
I take my laptop every time we go camping, or on a trip. But it’s just wishful thinking. Like you, I’ve gotta be home to write. Can’t do it when I feel ‘unsettled’.
I bet being unable to write on trips is a common problem, that we all pretend we can overcome. Then again, some people are “reasonable” as use holidays to get away from their normal work, eh? 😉
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