It is that time my good friends.
The Monday whip-cracking blog has arrived.
Oh, you thought I forgot?
For those of you who stated your goals on my Facebook post, be prepared to be pounced upon, my tail-wagging, my enthusiasm shedding all over the place.
I do it out of love.
If you haven’t noticed, we are back to dog analogies. I blame my friend Greg. I will explain why in a moment.
While I did not achieve everything on my list from last week, I learned a long time ago (like an hour ago) that what is more important is that in aiming for goals I start myself on the journey and it is in the journeying I learn. And this week I made some strides. The method to my madness regarding research and plotting has fallen into place. I learned a valuable lesson while rewriting an old short story. I am nearly done taking notes for one of my research books, and, more importantly, I know where I am headed and how to get there.
But by far the biggest achievement this week has been a big exhale. After a long, wild journey I have found the answers I needed to allow everything else to fall into place. A bit like Dorothy Gale from Kansas, I have been chased by flying monkeys, stolen the broom from the wicked witch, melted her with a bucket of water, only to discover that all I had to do was close my eyes and click my heels to find my way home.
Like Dorothy, I have also had friends with me every step of the way (you know who you are) linking arms with me, reminding me of the simple, basic things I had forgotten once I was lifted up by the twister and set down in Oz. I want to thank you for that, for your patience and perserverance.
I was talking with Greg about all of this tonight, only I wasn’t using Oz analogies because that would have sent us off on endless tangents. Greg unfortunately defies being placed as any of the OZ characters, he is more of a Chewbacca I think (I can only get away with this because he lives on the other side of the planet and can’t toilet paper my house), but anyway, Greg handed me a great analogy for the anxiety I have been battling with this last year.
He said (and I am paraphrasing here):
You know Alegra, the thing is you are like a little dog with your writing, when you hit on something and it is flowing, you get really excited, you know you are going somewhere and you start bounding around, tail wagging, barking, “Yay! Car ride! Woohoo! Car ride!” and then you start to get worried that the car ride isn’t actually going anywhere, you get anxious and start pacing, “Wait? Where’s the car? Car ride? Car ride? Where are you???” And then you go back to the writing and start worrying it, trying to make it perfect so that you can go for your ride.
This is so accurate. Only in the last month my little dog and I have been through some therapy sessions. Now, my dog is feeling a little more secure, she knows she gets to ride in the front seat, window down, tongue lolling. She is going to get cuddled and given treats. She doesn’t need to worry. She has graduated to Toto-dom, a side-kick, smart (and smart-ass) dog, navigating the yellow brick road and biting the hem of the Wicked Witch.
Toto always knows the way.
I think all anxieties deserve their own analogies, their own super-hero alter egos.
What would your super-hero be?
So my goals for this week are:
1. Finish notes on Police procedure and Investigation
2. Read through and take notes on: Forensics & Earth in the Balance
3. Start doing my morning pages again first thing before I hit the computer (three pages stream of consciousness)
4. Read some more fiction, maybe another Picoult, to continue to absorb structure and rhythm
5. Become acquainted with Adam’s (aka Dubious Sleuth) suggestion: the Zotero-something-or-other research tool
How did you do last week? What do you plan for this week?