An Itch I Can't Scratch

Well, it's been a week since I started moving. We've gotten just about 90% of the big stuff; still have the kitchen and office to do, but it's just so hot here now, I can't bear it one more second. Two more truck loads ought to do it with the last of the cumbersome furniture, and I'll make two or three small trips in the car every day until I'm done.

I have internet again, Yay! It wasn't as painful or as long to be out of it as I anticipated. I thought for sure 4-5 days, but the phone man came yesterday and set me up so I grabbed my computer last night and here I am.

My office is downstairs once again under the windows. Alas, my coveted office space on the other side of the house didn't work out as I expected. It is now a "holding" room for all the yard sale things and other stuff I just can't figure out what to do with for now.

However, in the office downstairs I have a small built in book shelf with a desk and drawer, my own desk, and then my long table. I'm looking forward to setting everything up. My windows overlook a panoramic view of treetops this time, instead of the fields. Very green, and somewhat boring, but it definitely beats a wall of concrete.

I haven't written a thing except an historical article (to be posted on the Romantic Friday Writer's Blog on Monday June 25 -- I'm their first guest post -- Yay) and let me tell you I'm itching to get started on something new. Or perhaps get into something and revise the snot out of it.

But my muse won't let me. He keeps saying, "NO". Very loudly and very clearly. "YOU MUST WAIT." I suppose I need to listen. He's usually always right.

I think it's because he knows I'm fragmented. I've half my stuff at the other house, half here, walking around both houses saying to myself, "Okay, what do I do next?" I mean, there are 10,000 things that need my attention, I really shouldn't sit down and waste my time at the computer if I won't be able to concentrate -- right?

Oh, but let me tell you, what great lines I've come up with over the last week. Opening lines, hooks, little bits of dialogue, dynamic narrative. It's killing me to not write them down. (It's a mad scramble here to find to a pen, never mind a piece of paper). I'm hoping I remember even three of them when I finally do sit down.

Anyway, that's where I am this week. Hopefully, next week, I'll be in a much better space in my head.