I’ve been editing my manuscript the last few days and I’ve noticed a very strange phenomenon. For the purposes of this blog entry, let’s call it a time warp.
So I’m working on revising my MS when I glance down at the clock. An hour has mysteriously disappeared. I am unconcerned. I continue working then look up to discover another hour has been sucked away. I look around. All seems well enough. I glance away from the clock for the tiniest second and whoosh – another hour is missing. It keeps happening. Over and Over. At first I’m curious but as time passes, I begin to feel a little haunted.
A noise startles me and I jump. My shoulders ache and my hands are sore. What could I have done to cause this excruciating stiffness in my body? How is it that I felt none of this while I was writing? I wonder. Is writing an analgesic? Or is it like meditation that strips time and space away while I’m lost in the middle of a creative burst?
I started working at 3 p.m. today (or is that yesterday?) and now I’m staring at the clock and it’s 5:53 a.m. I feel a little unsettled. I’m in a groove and the writing is flowing. Do I risk losing a few more hours and the ability to move tomorrow (or is that today?) or do I walk away and pray for the same creative burst to take over tomorrow (or today)?
I hear my bed calling but the characters’ voices are louder. What do I do?
Can you hear me singing? “Let’s do the time warp again!” B
(PS: I’m going to bed. All is well.)