I’m on day 1 of my residency (well, it’s officially day 2, but I didn’t get here until 5 o’clock yesterday, so that didn’t really count). It’s an embarrassment of riches. There is space to sleep, write, and lounge, er, I mean, read. I have profound privacy and I have company around me if I look for it. [Location redacted] is amazing. I’d tell you more, but then I’d have to kill you.
Moving on. I have two weeks in front of me. I want to work my ass off. I spent a while this morning pacing my lovely space, thinking about where to begin. Books are long and have many words. Most of those words, in my case, need work.
And so I went for a walk. My excuse was that I needed coffee (no coffee, no writing, it’s that simple). But I also needed to orient myself. I needed to expend some nervous energy. This residency is vital. I need the time and depth to think shit through. Otherwise I’ll be skimming the surface forever. This is the time where the work needs to be done. There will be heavy lifting.
Walking back from the grocery store, I decided that I didn’t have to have a battle plan. All work on the manuscript was good, and now I have coffee, PB&J, and snacks. I just need to work. Last night I decided I would read one of the books I brought with me and freewrite some new material. I ended up on the couch with my printed-out book, revising from the beginning. Already I have added texture. The work has begun.
Where do you begin?