Saturday, February 19, 2011
Time: noon today. Place: Oak Island, NC. Temperature: 70. Activity: Revising.
Today I was working on revisions. At the beach. Truly. Received long, eloquent editorial letter yesterday, with astute observations and questions on the work-in-progress. The questions are complicated and not easy to resolve, but if resolved, they will make the book stronger. And so today, with the questions in mind, I walked the beach. And sat. And walked. And sat. And thought.
The value of thinking/gazing time is enormous. It's an essential part of writing, and it is why many writers take on that glazed, daft look: they are off in the world of the book, resolving problems, even when they are not at the computer/typewriter/paper--maybe especially when they are not at the computer/typewriter/paper.
These are the times when I put the phone in the fridge, the milk in the oven, keys in the freezer. It is hard to live in two worlds at once, mm?