I’m writing this blog post mostly because I don’t have a book in my head at the moment. It has been a while. I remember after finished The Trier I told myself I would take a break before starting the next one. Not to be.
I made no deal with myself as I moved onto Trier book three, still holding onto the working title of The Trier Goes Many Places. I found out very early into the book revealing itself to me that that title was not going to work. Or maybe it does after all. Not sure. That will become clear at some point.
The title aside, I have found it really easy to keep the book out of my head. I reworked the end several times over a week or so. I was still working on it last week at this time, which is easy to remember because it was a Saturday morning, and I have more time to write than on a weekday morning. The end kept coming into my head until it didn’t, so I know it is done. It has stayed out of my head since, confirming that conclusion.
While writing part three of The Trier, I was surprised how little I referred back to part two. Less than a week later, I feel the same about book three. Did I really work on it day after day. Hours at a time. A line at a time. For about a year. Not sure when I started T-3 even, but I’m guessing last fall or late summer. Is it odd that all of it seems so distant now?
I do need to fluff and fold both Trier 2 and 3 at some point. Of course that will be done the first Trier having set the table.
After sitting on my porch just now considering it for a few minutes, as I watch it rain, I don’t think it is odd after all. And I think so because I view my writing practice like my yoga or meditation practice. You don’t take them into the next day. That is one of the benefits really. You don’t attach to or evaluate, but rather you allow the outcomes of your yoga or mediation to just be.
Same with my writing practice, I think. I left it all on the mat. And today is another day.
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