(Lack of) Progress Report

For the nearly six years I’ve been working on Street Song it has been, generally, clear sailing. Day after day I’ve been able to get up and go to work. You need that when writing a book. It’s the only way. The last few weeks have been an exception. Obligation and obstruction have been the rule—the last week in particular when I got only one sentence written. Among other issues, the house has  reeked of polyurethane. I’m in the clear now, though. One of the things I had to do was help get Judy ready for a two-week excursion to Baja where she’s going to film several pelican nesting colonies. She left yesterday, and seeing her off was my last outside task.

This morning I resumed work on the book. When I sat down at the computer I felt a lot of resistance within myself. It took me at least an hour to get into it and to remember exactly where I left off. I knew the position on the page and what came next and all that; but when you work on a book you’re juggling a lot of different ideas. If you have to drop those ideas for awhile it takes an effort to get them all back.

Long story short: I’m writing again. I intend to put some work into this blog as well.

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3 Responses to “(Lack of) Progress Report”

  1. Sarah Says:

    Ah, breathe deeply and smell the polyurethane! Actually, don’t. Ew.

    According to Wikipedia, OSHA does not regulate it for carcinogenicity. Would you consider relocating for a week or two while the source of the smell (presumably, a synthetic carpet or carpet underlay) does much of its lifetime offgassing?

    Good to see you’re writing again!

    • markbittner Says:

      We had to fix some old flooring, which included sanding down the wood and applying a polyurethane varnish. Fortunately, it’s spring, so I can leave the doors open all day.

  2. Margaret Benbow Says:

    I don’t want to sound too New Age-y, but it always seems to me that when you’re having a tougher time than usual getting on with the writing, it’s because your mind is working out something unusual, beautiful and difficult. You’ll look back and realize that one of the best parts in your book originated right here.

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