Fish that clean turtles have a great work ethic. I have to watch and learn from them. If I was a cleaner wrasse or some such fish I'd be all like...In a minute! I'll get to you in a minute. I just have to decide which brush to use. Hold on! I need to wash my hands. Wait! I don't have any hands - my fins then. I need to wash my fins...
6:20 am and 76 degrees
Today the Thanksgiving holidays are over. It's my last day of graduate school until mid-January. After today I will plunge back into my WIP and editing and try not to think of my poor child adrift and bereft in New York. I have to physically restrain myself from phoning or emailing my agent every twenty minutes.
I am so obsessive!
Back to work ethic.
I need some.
This past month I have been wallowing a bit. Rudderless. For the past several years I have been writing like one possessed and now I am more deliberate. Does slowing down my writing give me an excuse to procrastinate? Yet in many ways the work I am producing feels more finished. Polished. But there is less of it. Much less.
It is a conundrum.
I can either produce pages and pages of poop or three paragraphs of prime prose. (Gosh I love alliterations. Don't you?)
So maybe the cleaner fish has the answer.
Knowing there are more turtles out there.