Well, I’m back in the U.S. again. Tada! I’m staying with my parents while I sort out work/apartment/etc. It’s definitely an adjustment, learning to work with people around all the time, as in Australia I had perfect quiet and stillness all day while my housemates were at work.
I have access now to my parents’ kitchen (which is really nice to cook in) and to their exercise machine. I no longer have any excuse to be a blob attached to my computer chair! I used to tell myself that I could either write or I could be thin, but I didn’t have time to do both–this is probably going to be one of those things I look back and roll my eyes at later, like how I used to say I had to wait for inspiration to strike me before I sat down to write.
I’ve dipped my toes into revisions for THE IRON WOOD, and am bracing to dive in headfirst. I find revision to be a much more emotionally draining process than drafting, mostly because I’m constantly second-guessing my abilities and worth as a writer with each new problem I see. So I’m glad to be doing this when I can be simultaneously taking care of myself physically, so I’ll actually have the energy and disposition to get to work, as opposed to throwing myself off a bridge somewhere in dramatic fashion.
(I exaggerate. But only a little.)
The best thing is that I have been once more accepted by my overlord, and there is once more safety and order in my life. He’s a relatively kind master (at least to me) and has finally given up punishing me for running away for a year. He’s even now deigned to watch over me again while I sleep from the pillow next to me, and keep me writing by eying me fixedly all day from next to my desk. He’s a good overlord. <3