So there I was, locked in the attic, stripping my gears.
I bounced in my chair, heart racing, breath baited, teeth clench, shoulders scrunched together, tingling fingers typing furiously away at nothing.
And I mean nothing! I was moving words around on a spreadsheet, for God’s sake. I copied those words, deleted the copies, made changes to spelling and undid them. I wasn’t thinking, wasn’t working, just churning, churning, churning those words until all sense had been ground into a slurry.
My plan that Wednesday morning was to get up around 8 like I had most mornings of the quarantine, have my breakfast and coffee while I talked to Pavlina, then lock myself in the attic guest room from 9:30 to 11 for focused writing time.
What a luxury! From September to January, we’d had to make up at 6 every morning to get our girls to school and daycare. Then we’d rush from one meeting to another until it was time to pick the girls up and rush home with
So there I was, washing the banister. I had my rubber gloves on, but not my face-mask because those thing fog up my glasses and I was inside where the cops couldn’t see me. I had my little tin bowl full of warm water and my sponge, which I ran down the dribble of dish-soap I’d made for it. The wood didn’t look any different, but my sponge was dirty. I must be doing something.
Every night at about 9:15, I’d put on A Deepness in the Sky by Vernor Vinge and spend about ten minutes washing the banister. That was after Clapping at 9, where I’d stand on the balcony and clap along with about three other people in earshot. Before that was Bluey at 8:30, which was after reading or playing with the girls, or maybe a shower or a walk with Pavlina. After washing the stairs, I might do dishes or watch a Studio Ghibli movie with the girls until 10. After they were upstairs with their grandma, I wrote in my writing journal (“today I finished revising chapter
The time has finally come! Interchange, the sequel to Junction, is ready for beta-reading. Here's the synopsis:
"A year ago, Anne Houlihan uncovered a wormhole to Junction, a patchwork planet of competing alien biomes. Now, she and Daisuke are going back to investigate “The Howling Mountain,” the possible location of a wormhole into space. Her mission headed by an eccentric millionaire, Anne believes she will have a chance to learn more about the origin of Junction and its varied ecosystems. The mission has purposes beyond what she knows, however, and so does the planet. As the expedition tears its way across the alien landscape, Anne must fight to protect its lifeforms, herself, and the Earth."
If you think that sounds like fun, let me know and I'll send you the manuscript to beta-read.