Wednesday, October 15
Just a Little Comfort
When I'm writing, I have my comforts, too. The right music - instrumental light jazz for the drafting stage, WIP-specific playlists during the editing phase - is crucial. The right space. My 'space' used to be RadioMan's recliner. It's soft and fluffy and I can kick my feet up or rock as the mood suits. I still love that chair but I have a new favorite spot - our overstuffed chaise. I needed a little change as I was writing the latest WIP, a sooper-sekrit-projekt I'm hoping to have news on fairly soon, and I thought maybe I don't need to change rooms or go to the library or Starbucks. Maybe I just need a new angle. So I tried the chaise, because I was crunched for time one day.
I snuggled into the pillow back, put my lapdesk on my lap and stretched my legs to the end. Fingers to the keyboard and the next thing I knew it was three hours later and I had 5,000 words on the page. Don't get all excited, 5k stretches are very much not my norm. But, I'd found my spot.
Part of my spot is also who is sitting with me. A few years ago we lost our old dog, Sammy. She was a shih-tzu mix and did not like strangers or odd noises or spiders. She was my kind of dog. She also liked to nap on my feet as I wrote. After Sammy died I bought some fuzzy slippers, but I always felt like something was missing. Fast-forward to last winter and we adopted a shih-tzu puppy. We named her Hazel and while I was writing this winter she was either too puppy-hyper to sit with me while I wrote or completely zonked out with Angel, our older dog.
It was as if she was waiting for me to find my new writing spot because after that first day, she was my constant companion while I was writing. Sitting on my feet, sidling up beside me when she needed a pet - which usually happened as I needed to think about something not quite working with the story. When I'd finish a session she was ready play a little fetch. When I couldn't figure something out she would pace the house with me. When she needed a break, she took one. But mostly she was my comfort. My writing buddy.
Last week I mentioned I was working on finishing up a new project - I did it! It's got a few ugly moments and now that my agent is reading it I'm already second guessing exactly what I did in the middle...and I'm wondering if I laid the emotional groundwork for the black moment.
But I'm done.
For now, anyway. And part of that accomplishment is thanks to Hazel...my new writing buddy.
What's your comfort as you're writing?