In the Land Where I Am a Writer

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I live in two places. In one, I am responsible and go to work every day I’m supposed to and pay the rent on time and everything. I even went to work on Friday, when I was feeling sick.

In the other place, I am not so responsible. The only thing I do there is write. My floor is a mess, my shelves overflowing, I can’t find my pants in the mornings. But when I sit down, fingers down on the keys, it’s all worth it.

They are connected by a long tunnel. Sometimes I speed through it. Other times it takes me forever and I come out the other side shaken, and stressed, and grimy from the long haul. And sometimes I’m stuck in it—and I get confused, and write for money, and lose sleep, and wander aimlessly, and am too blurry to be much help to myself on either side.

This weekend—though I have a short manuscript due January 29 and a novel manuscript due March 17—I’m taking a break. I’m going to linger in this place for a while. I have this novel-in-progress sitting open beside me. I read over what I’d written and was very pleased. Much work to be done, but I think a good start.

I’m happy here. This is where I want to stay.

3 thoughts on “In the Land Where I Am a Writer

  1. weltschmerz January 12, 2008 / 11:20 am

    I wish I could help you stay there a little longer. Maybe I could wake up earlier and set out your pants and make the coffee or something?

    I was very close to blogging this rant about how I really shouldn’t be expected to be at my day job on time if I’ve gone to the cafe and am really on to something– I mean really typing away– they should give me an hour here and there, you know? Or maybe if my messy bedroom floor could just hold off a little longer on needed cleanup?
    I just need a little wiggle room.

    Hmph. Maybe Writerville can be its own little dependent nation. It’s only export is The Work and it needs a huge daily influx of forgiveness to make its economy work.

  2. courtney January 13, 2008 / 1:11 am

    This is such an entry. Powerful. I don’t know what more to say, but I felt the need to say that..

  3. vermonter January 20, 2008 / 7:18 pm

    this is exactly what it feels like.

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