Evangeline! Evangeline! Come Talk to Me!
I have such trouble switching gears. When I’m creating new work, I want to keep creating new work. When I’m revising, re-visioning, and re-writing, all I want to do is edit.
This makes transition days less than productive. When I come off ten days of re-write and arrive at the edge of my first draft, needing to plunge into continuing the story, I plink and plunk with new words, adding one here, filling in one there. Then I switch to the crossword puzzle or checking Facebook or trying to interest my dog Evangeline in a conversation.
Once I get in a groove, I’ll glide like skates on ice, smooth as chocolate melting in the sun, quick as mercury sliding in the glass-bound thermometer.
Until then, I’m like a child with a low-grade fever: I fidget and flop. Nothing quite satisfies. The day ebbs.
Remember: You Cain’t Do Nothing with Love