After months of nagging guilt for what I should be doing, a few more of thinking regularly about it, and a couple weeks of jotting notes, the title page appeared yesterday morning.
The first few rough pages followed and the process has begun. By the end of April, the chapters will appear at semi-regular intervals.
Call it a rationalization, but there is a necessary fermentation process in fiction, and my appropriate gaseous state has arrived.
It's a time of constant observation, not stepping away from real life, but jumping in more fully to beg, borrow and steal sensations and snippets.
There's a new "home-free" place that wants to grab the first thoughts on waking. The same computer that consumed so many hours with mindless wanderings is now a working machine.
Like the other parenting process, the beginning is the most wonderous and terrifying. An undefined obstacle course lies between this euphoria and delivering the goods.
For too long I told anyone foolish enough to ask (although I doubt any were foolish enough to believe me) that I would start writing again when finances, family, work and geography settled. None of those things have happened, it's simply time.
This is all I'll write here about it for now. But I will be back to the blog each morning, stretching and bitching about the necessary exercise. The muscles are stiff with neglect.
But I think I can still do the job.


Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs