Monday, August 25, 2008

Clearing the deck


So after a week on the beach and more lobster than should be legal, I'm back here at my newly clean desk, thinking about what comes next. Before I left, a friend asked me if I knew which project I wanted to tackle: the grumpy pet psychic detective (based on my "pet noir" short story) or "World Enough," the bigger, possibly darker rock and roll mystery I've been toying with for over a year. Or something completely different. I told her that I didn't know, that I planned on not thinking about it over vacation and letting my subconscious make its own moves. That was easier than I expected. Sitting on the beach reading (Barry Unsworth, Barbara Hambly, Louis Bayard, and – my favorite new discovery – D.J. Taylor, whose Victorian mystery Kept kept me enthralled), swimming, staring at the horizon... it was easy to forget my own projects.

Even the one afternoon when it rained, when we ended up blowing off a lunch date with friends to sit on our tiny porch and watch the lightening recede over Cape Cod Bay, I found myself totally occupied by the present, rather than thoughts of the upcoming or the planned. The one flicker I had was in a dream, in which I was working on a book and was just delirious with glee because I'd just figured out some incredibly clever clue or plot twist. I think it was "World Enough," but all I really recall is that feeling of satisfaction. And then I woke to another breezy, sun-drenched day, water warm enough to swim in, and a great blue heron fishing in the salt marsh.

All in all, quite nice.

But now I'm back, catching up on freelance, and looking ahead and still feeling rather blank. It's the week before Labor Day, so maybe my mind is still on summer break. And I am thinking of that dream and wondering when I'll get back to work. If nothing happens by next Tuesday, I'll make myself write – just to get the muscles moving again. Until then, I'm hoping for another dream...

3 comments:

Caroline said...

Oh that photo is amazing. Vacation really is restorative. It's so easy to get caught up in the publishing world and forget what is really important...like blue herons.

Clea Simon said...

Confession: That photo is from the Inn at the Moors website. In reality, the view is really amazing - and much wider, more panaromic - dunes and salt marsh as far as you can see from right to left, and Cape Cod Bay beyond (you can see the boats going by). But the porches are really over a tiny parking lot and there's a small road so this beautiful scenery doesn't start for about 50 feet or something, and there's also a telephone line. That said, it is really really gorgeous.

But I hope I can start writing again soon!

Sandie Herron said...

I think blue herons would be marvelous inspiration! :)

Sandie Herron