why I am up at 2 in the morning.
Giant swells in the harbor.
The 80 ft trawler behind us looks like it will break loose. The platinum skies make it eerily light.
I am rolling side to side even wedged on the settee in my salon.
I woke up to books falling on my head.
And a cat complaining that an open hatch was letting the rain in.
Oh the joys of living aboard a sailboat.
So I show a photo of us at sea.
The good times with the wind at our beam.
2:3O am and 75 degrees. Confused rough seas in the harbor and ORION is wildly straining at her lines.
I cannot sleep and I will pay for it tomorrow.
A copy editor has been assigned to my novel LOTTERY. I will get the manuscript back in two weeks from Putnam.
This, then is my respite.
It is time to revisit my work in progress but I am loathe to leave my characters from LOTTERY. I have become supremely attached to them and they to me. Like intoxicated, affectionate friends at a party.
"Don't go," they say. "We're having such fun," they beg.
I have been unsuccessful at resisting.
I must tell you,
How I did it.
New. Theme. Music.
I chose new music. Compiled specifically with my new work in mind.
A sort of literary "our song."
New music for new friends.
A new song for a new lover.
And that's as simple as it was to move on.
So how do you do it? What are your tricks so you can move from the old work to the new.
I 'll try.
To go back to bed.