The first week of the new job is almost done. Learning curve wasn’t too steep, and I’m catching on enough I’m no longer supervised, just told “Ask if you have questions.”
Suki joined me at work today. I brought in a basket and small water bowl, and after she’d greeted everyone and sniffed around, she planted herself in the basket and dozed. She thought, when I left her behind, I was doing fascinating things. Not so, and I believe she was disappointed her life with me at work was pretty much the same as her life with me at home: hanging around doing nothing until I was ready to go somewhere.
I’m writing this Thursday evening, and I guarantee she’ll be hopping around, excited to leave with me again tomorrow. Dogs are wonderful. As long as they’re with you, they are content.
The writing. Ah, the writing…. I have two WIPs at the moment, and because I’ve hit a wall on each of them, I’ve started a third.
This has never happened to me before, and I find it distressing. Previously, I’d be wrapping up the writing on one story while another was already percolating in my head. The moment I finished the WIP, I leaped into the new one. Maybe I took a week or two off, but I was soon embroiled in a new story.
I think the move, winter, and my work interfered greatly in how my brain works as far as writing goes because I haven’t heard any voices in weeks. No one is whispering to me. No one is telling me their story in such a way I can’t wait to tell it.
I’m hoping the new job alleviates some of this. It doesn’t slop over into my real life like the editing job did, and while I still welcome freelance work, I’m currently marked inactive with the publisher.
All writers are schizophrenic, you know. If we’re not hearing voices, we don’t feel well. I’m looking forward to hearing voices again. 🙂
I think (knocks on wood) the snow is over for now. It was sunny today, and when I left work, it almost felt warm. The forecast calls for 70 on Saturday. I’ve been waiting for this for MONTHS! Keep your fingers crossed we get it. I won’t answer for my behavior if it doesn’t happen.
This picture was taken from a friend’s porch. Hummingbirds darted in and out, buzzing the flowers. Soon, they will be here again! I can’t wait.