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April 2016



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wind and rain and weather, hell bent for leather

La belle dame post-novel ennui hath me in thrall!

You cannot make soup with an empty larder, and you cannot create on an empty brain. This is a truth of the world, and yet it's always hard for me to accept. And yet here I am, some chicken pot pie inside me (I never use enough salt: I always forget how sweet the vegetables make it) and a pot of tea on the table, trying to figure out what to do with myself when I don't have the werewithal to work. I get so at loose ends when this is going on, and yet--

--and yet it's necessary. Fallow time is as important to the creative process as anything.

I could read a book, but I don't really feel like doing anything that requires that much concentration Which means it's time to start working through that old Netflix queueueueueue, I guess.  Stream Instantly: so that now you don't have to wait until 3 am to watch Burt Reynolds movies.


Aside from reading and movies, what else do you do to prime the fallow ground? I want to collect some ideas for the next time I need a recharge. Maybe I'll make a jar of random things to pick and try.
Quit trying. It doesn't count as fallow time if you're trying.
You don't get your pot pies out of a box like I do?
I should learn how to cook those...
I've been having thesis ennui like crazy. Wrote the first thirty-three pages of it and it's like I'm bone dry for words. It's not the same, but... ((sigh)) My sympathies!
Hmm. Wanna come over and help me clean out my attic?
Good, I ought to work on my dissertation instead, anyway. ;-)
*cracks WIP*
Is this a multigenerational attic? Because I can be bribed into cleaning attics with the mere promise of first pickings of any vintage (pre-1965) clothing and artifacts. Ask gehayi. Attics not potentially containing such artifacts, will you help me work on my resume?
What do you use for your pot pie crust?
Um. Pie crust?
Yeah, I hear you. I can see it creeping up on me as I crunch the (please god) last draft of this (endless) book. I find I work out more when I'm fallowing, and cook mad, complicated things I wouldn't try otherwise, re-read Georgette Heyer (insert comfort writer of choice, whose books you have read so often you feel like you've got them memorized), or something else that isn't, in some sense, Homework. Visual, non-verbal things are nice for me, too--museums, dance programs.

Netflix sounds good, too. It may not always feel that way, but really, your ability to take care of yourself is one of the things I admire about you.

Re: your ability to take care of yourself is one of the things I admire about you.

Hear, hear!
There is often playing in photoshop, too, and 80's music video binges on youtube. But mostly, just not writing. And doing other things as they seem interesting. Playing with clay! Plants V. Zombies!
"You cannot make soup with an empty larder, and you cannot create on an empty brain." I love this. I'm not a writer, but I see how this applies to so many creative pursuits. Thank you (again) for your wisdom and glimpses into your creative process.
Here's a happy thought to send you to bed: I just cracked open Ink and Steel for the first time--the first of your novels I'm actually finally sitting down to read--and I'm loving it right out of the gate. Hope that doesn't sound back-handed or facetious. I've been having trouble sitting down to read anything for the last few years; just the shape of my head lately. But I've got a pretty good idea I'm going to love the duology, at very least.

Good night.
Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest of it. *g*
Just finished both books about a half hour ago. Still basking in the glow. Exquisite novel. Thank you for writing it. *heartfelt hugs*
Oh, that's awesome. You know how to make a writer happy.

watching-fodder for empty brains

Ink, if you haven't seen it already.

I believe it's on Netflix Watch Instantly, and it does not have Burt Reynolds in it.