…where every detail, thought, and idea is pinned like a specimen to an organizing structure, every minute has its task, and every day has to account for itself in a hierarchy of accomplishments.
Sometimes, you just have to drop all that, get away, and drift without a mental itinerary directing every move.
For me, zoning out in front of TV shows doesn’t help. It makes me feel pinned and immobilized like a specimen on a display board.
My definition of getting away means settling down into the depths, away from the noise, long enough to remember how to breathe.
Some days that’s made possible by disappearing into a good book or into music that carries me off into its own specific world.
Some days it requires a car, a camera, and a country road.
Nothing was submitted in March. The story I worked on for submission felt a little too incendiary and is getting reviewed, to make sure that it makes its point instead of just setting off fireworks. For April, two stories are nearly completed, in the sense of feeling fully edited and cleaned up, and at least one of them should be ready to send out by the end of this week.