Limbo

I keep putting off starting my new project.  I’m not sure if it’s because I can’t let go of the old one or whether I don’t want to become all consumed again in the process of writing.  The land of limbo is riddled with guilt but at least my house is tidy and my kid is occupied.  I know once I get embroiled in plotting, planning and characterization, chaos will descend in the kitchen and poor old JJ will resort to all his old tactics to seize my attention, his most effective being bouncing a football off of the back of my head; certainly an attention grabber if a little annoying. 

As with exercise, I keeping finding excuses why not to start.  Too hot.  Too cold.  Too close to Christmas.  It’s a lost cause.  I just can’t be arsed.  But I know I will start to write eventually.  I have to.  How else will I improve?  My next project is going to be difficult.  I will need to return to a darker period and dreg up old issues.  Maybe that’s why I am putting it off?  I don’t think so.  The stuff I went through is similar to a lot of teenagers and I am at one with it now.  Maybe it’s the enormity of portraying the journey that is holding me back.  It needs to be handled carefully.  Maybe I just need to think about it some more … with a glass of wine … whilst hanging baubles on the Christmas tree.  There’s plenty of time and I’d rather get it right. 

Merry Christmas everybody.