Yesterday I handed in my notice. I didn't mean to, was going to wait until Monday. But then the Head asked me into the office for a quick chat which turned out to be the one about what my plans might be.
I thought I'd feel good after doing it, thought I'd feel relief. I remember my grandmother telling me that she felt like a weight had lifted off her shoulders when she left a job that had become pure purgatory by the end. I thought I'd feel the same.
I don't. I think it's because I've already done the mental disconnect: in my head, I've left. Which is a bit dodgy, considering that term doesn't end until July.
But this all sounds very miserable and melancholic and certainly shouldn't be either! If I'm honest, the adrenaline isn't flowing because it doesn't need to. This all feels right, it feels like I'm doing the right thing and, because it feels that way, there's no need for analysis. This, then, is that marvellous thing called 'Flow.'
Apparently 'flow' makes me tired, because when I got home I was shattered. I watched 'Ghostlight', a 7th Doctor (Sylvester McCoy) adventure from the final series. Since this episode is gloriously barmy, it instantly filled me with the desire to write something equally barmy and totally non-linear. But since I was so exhausted I treated myself to an evening on the sofa... in other words, I fell asleep. In other words, I didn't write.
I feel a bit guilty about it this morning - I've noticeably not written anything this morning yet, despite being awake for nearly 2 hours - but never mind. I felt terribly daring, not doing anything. It was quite exciting.
Anyway, this weekend will be productive because I've nothing planned. Such bliss! I ended this week's word count at 38 816 words, which is about 400 words short of my 10 000 words a week target. So that's okay. And next week I don't have any pesky evening things to do, so it should be 40 000 words by next Friday. Very nice!
Although... non-linear narrative, eh? No exposition, no explanation, as per Ghostlight? Sure, I can do that. Why not?
1 comment:
40,000 words! That's a lot of work. I spend so much time wringing my hands over the choice of words in each sentence that it takes me hours to write just one page.
When I was a little girl I wrote fairy tales and fantasies for myself. When I got a little older I tried the witches and sorcery thing. I never got into the romance genre at all. I read all the sci-fi books that my father owned, and loved them. I am not a scientist in any way so I can't match Isaac Asimov even in my dreams.
I wrote Pharaoh Farrow about 25 or 30 years ago and am revisiting and rewriting it as I post the chapters. I have a more recent story featuring him, as well. He's fun. Glad you like him.
I love Dr. Who. My son gave me DVD sets of the new series, seasons 1 and 2, for Christmas.
Have a fun and relaxing weekend.
Lynet
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