OK, so here I am, almost 6 months post op from a hip replacement, riding the Bike to Nowhere, walking the dogs, doing weight training, editing my novel. My life is mostly editing (writing?) and physical training. It’s not a bad life, and I’m sure not complaining, but yesterday I wondered “Why?”
I don’t have an answer. All I can say is that I can now do 30 bridges and 30 squats. My physical therapist would be proud of me and pleased I’m doing them. Still, I haven’t told him, haven’t stopped by to say “Hello!,” nothing.
The local ski area — Wolf Creek — is the first to open in Colorado. It doesn’t have a LOT of snow, 20 inches, but I know from experience in California that’s plenty if you’re desperate. The mountains on all sides are white and beautiful. Fall proceeds slowly giving the dogs and me plenty of time to enjoy the changes in the air, the colors of the world. No one is playing golf — though the course doesn’t seem to be closed — and it’s wonderful to be back there and not worry about icky old men with lousy attitudes and their shirts off. Ugh.
But just as I don’t really remember how to run (no, it doesn’t just “come to you”), I don’t remember how to ski, either.
As for the writing, well, I usually sell a book a month, but this month, no, nothing. And now I have this new novel and will soon begin the adventure of querying agents.
I spent more than a week on 30 (slow moving) pages attempting to elevate the pacing. I thought the whole time of Truman Capote who described that kind of writing as giving him “the mean reds.” I totally understand. You sit there in front of your work and you go, “That sucks, but I need it to move the story. Shit, how can I make it less heavy-footed, less pedantic, less ugh…” Next time you pick up a 200 page book that you end up loving, think to yourself about the writer who had to sit there (maybe) and, line-by-line eliminate $90 words and passive sentences and repetition. No, he or she is not a martyr to his/her writing, but damn, that’s really hard, tedious and fucking boring.
Now that things are happening in the novel again, it’s a lot more fun.
So what am I doing? I really don’t know. It’s all rather Quixotic, but what else would I do?