I lost two days somehow…
I think Michele is sick of me asking her if today really, truly is Monday. How did that happen?
This morning, as we wandered around San Miguel I assumed that I wouldn’t be putting up a blog post because it was the weekend. But no matter how many times I ask her, her patient reply is always the same; Monday it is.
Which means the conference ended last night on SUNDAY. (I’m getting it now!)
We are now free to do anything at all…for some reason I don’t have my usual urgency to explore every nook and cranny, maybe because I’ve been here before, but partially because I feel like I’m ready to just get to work and that means sitting in one spot and getting at it.
I spent most of last night restructuring my book, adding in scenes, deleting others and in between all the frantic thoughts, I told myself to meditate and let it be. Ha! Good luck with that plan.
Meditate. Schmeditate. I’m on scrambled brain mode. I’m guessing my brain resembles a bad fiesta with guacamole spattered on the walls.
Thanks for nothing San Miguel Writers’ Conference and Literary Festival 2012. I’m truly messed up.
Wasn’t there a song that went “wish it were Monday, cos that’s my fun day?” Monday in Mexico’s gotta beat Monday just about everywhere else:P
Hey Lesley, I think you’re right…Monday’s in Mexico are fabulous, especially once I actually figure out that it IS Monday.
I notice you’re calling it your book now, not just your “project.” Good for you! Enjoy the rest of your trip!
Good observing Sharry 🙂 It was with trembling fingers that I wrote that. I’m have been practising both saying, and writing the words, ‘my book’. It’s getting slightly easier but still fairly frightening.