Hey, thanks so much for your responses to my last post. I actually almost got up in the middle of the night on Friday to delete it, because I started feeling freaked out and vulnerable. I’m grateful for your comments.
So, the upcoming weeks are pretty much the busiest and most stressful of the year so far for me. I’m hoping to finish a revision, prep for then teach my Writing & Illustrating for Young Readers class, host a houseguest, and pack up to leave home for a month. And of course do normal stuff like eat, sleep, and work out. There are not enough hours in the day for all that needs doing.
Therefore, obviously, all I want to do is organize my closet, read cookbooks and create imaginary menus for dinner parties I’ll never have, spring clean, bake bread, nap, and plan vacations that will never happen. I don’t know what that is. Maybe it’s the subconscious acting out denial, or some psychic blowout preventer trying to tell me it’s too much. I know it probably happens to you, too, sometimes. What kinds of tricks does your subconscious get up to when you have a hard task ahead?
I play tricks back: I tell myself I can do anything I want after I do the 37 things on my list for the day. That moment never comes, sucka! My subconscious usually falls for it anyway.








6 comments for this post
I’m in the midst of revising and instead of working I felt a great need to spend an hour and a half organizing and affixing, word by word, an old magnetic poetry set from college on the back of my kitchen door the other day… so… yeah.
Good luck with all the great things on the horizon!
Sara Reply:
June 7th, 2010 at 6:26 pm
@nova ren suma, I bet your kitchen door looks hot, though.
Hey, I’m revising too!
Or rather, I’m sorting my dad’s old files, because it is obviously EXTREMELY important to shred his checks from the 1980s. I mean, identity theft, come on!
(At least this activity is marginally related to the themes of my graphic novel.)
Sara Reply:
June 7th, 2010 at 6:27 pm
@Sara Ryan, You can never be too careful. :)
I like to tell myself that after 1,000 words each night, I get to have a bowl of Grape-Nut ice cream. My butt is kinda wider lately, but the word count is soaring.
Sara Reply:
June 11th, 2010 at 12:31 pm
@Suzanne, Grape-Nut ice cream actually kind of sounds like a tragic collision of two warring planets… but whatever works!