Somewhere Only We Know

In spite of the migraine that is persistently stalking me, this has been an excellent 18 hours or so. Even throwing up wasn't too bad. It was a little amusing to be sick and not have to lie to myself that I am never going to even -look- at a bottle of rum again.

Right.

I tried to work this morning, I really did. The problem is that there is fluorescent lighting and children there who insist on making noise. So I am home, fairly well-medicated and I am working in one of my other occupations: writer.

I've decided to throw caution to the wind and start working on the second book in the series, in spite of a lack of interest in the first book thus far. No, I am not naively optimistic about my chances of success. I simply want to tell the story because I think it's really awesome.

As soon as I dragged myself over that mental hurdle, I was good to go.

I've been refreshing myself on my overall series development, repetition and layering plans, plot twists and timelines. The map of my little make-believe town is proudly displayed on the wall right in front of me. No one is going to kick me out of my workspace, which has been moved to a location of permanence.

I tweaked my Itunes playlist. It was interesting to see which songs didn't make the cut from the old playlist. I am either less energetic or less angry about the whole process, I'm not sure which. Goodbye, Nine Inch Nails. Hello, (more) Beatles.

I even re-approached the hero's journey mapping/development I had created before I started The Beast*, a framework based on the ideas of the brilliant Joseph Campbell.

This feels good, this feels satisfying, this feels like the right thing to be doing at the right time, migraines and other obstacles like my day job notwithstanding.

In other news, the puppies/kittens/fish are all thriving and growing. My garden is a little unruly, but I am thinking of one more round of planting before our version of winter arrives.

And now, in glorious tradition, I shall ignore the laundry, sip my coffee and write.

*Someday I will write a book called The Beast and refer to it as Keeper's Call on the blog, just because I love contrariness.