Isn’t it weird how life events can somehow interfere with life? I know you have all been there. That’s what happened to me over the last few weeks, some good things, some not so good. I won’t burden you with details, suffice to say my writing routine (if I can even say I have one) has suffered. I must admit I had been struggling with structure to the point it was easier to put my Panama story aside and zone out waiting for the magical inspiration to hit. Finally, with the healing effect of time, I got a handle on structure for a few scenes, and even a few hundred words down on paper. Bumps in the road do go away. Now, Dick, get back to work!
I’ve put a short memoir on page 5 of my “Writing” Menu.” Deer season is a big day in McKean County, PA. This is my memory of the 1942 season.
“Writers stuck at home during the pandemic can either binge more Netflix or get down to work.”
That headline from Carman Amato’s lead article in the November issue of “Booklife” ( the Indy Author version of Publishers’s Weelkly) struck a nerve.
I can’t claim the pandemic has robbed me of time––I’m retired. I have time-use issues for other reasons. Sure, Amato suggests the overall depressed feeling caused by unsolved pandemic and national leadership doldrums, can be a problem. I get that. Whatever reason, I’ve lost momentum in my effort to get my historic fiction piece onto paper.
The Booklife goes on to quote life coach, Tim Mahr’s, suggestion that “motivation stalls out when tasks become overwhelming.” It’s easier to binge watch than create something new. So when my crazy sleep pattern gets me up at 2:00 AM, I may think about working, but end up watching another episode of a Netflix program. (I have seen some pretty good stuff, though which makes it easier to justify the value of time spent)
I’ve got to do a better job of breaking down my creative effort into doable chunks, Then sit down and ––Just do it!
I’m looking forward to meeting with the American Association of University Women (AAUW) next Saturday, 14 November, to discuss my women’s fiction novel It’s My Turn, and my personal writing methods. This is a great group I had the pleasure of meeting with a few years ago to discuss the production process to mount a play for community theater. They are always interested, involved, and ask good questions. Nice to have a good day to look forward to after concerns of last couple of weeks (Covid 19, staying safe, and hoping for sane reactions to our country’s election process.)
I should have expected it. If you keep digging, eventually you’ll find a different slant to whatever you are working on. I did not expect to find the governance of the Panama Canal Zone a research project for the world’s proponents of Progressive Socialism.
Question: “Where might one travel in the early twentieth century to find a society in which profit was not the goal? …Where the government owned the railroads, the hotels, the stores, the restaurants, and even provided free housing to every resident? Where the government owned all the land?”
Julie Greene begins a chapter in her book, “The Canal Builders” with those questions. She continues. “In 1911 the prominent American socialist Arthur Bullard published a book arguing that such a place already existed––in the Panama Canal Zone. He declared, “The more one stays here, the more one realizes that the Isthmian Canal Commission has gone further towards Socialism that any other branch of our government—further probably than any government has gone.”
That mind-bending piece of information dictates a definite slant on what and how I write a historical fiction piece on the Panama Canal project! It does not mean a new start, but it is a thematic slant that I can’t ignore.
In case you were wondering, I’m still learning and still having fun!