Posted by: jeannineatkins | October 24, 2012

Keeping the Peace

When you “finish” writing a book (I can’t even think “finish” without feeling my lips pucker to form quotes), it seems some people expect revelry, and there is a lovely sense of feeling one shoulder’s fall to more normal levels. Much has been put aside while working on last chapters that needs tending. Days quickly get filled, and it won’t be long before I start obsessing about the status of the manuscript in someone else’s hands or Kindle. But I’m determined to spend some time enjoying a spaciousness available after hitting “send,” looking at the leaves, now mostly fallen, but fragrant.

Yesterday I wrote with friends in a café where we smelled bread baking, and I drank this latte.

My friends were writers, with projects representing the various states of a writing life. I worked on an editing project, Linda impressed us with her maps blocking out structure for a novel, Cindy quietly revised, and Jo pulled together a talk about her work. The largeness of it all the tasks for one book can make one feel overwhelmed.

But driving home past colorful mountains, I let my thoughts drift toward an unborn novel. I’ve been tucking away thoughts as quietly as I pick up an occasional leaf, though it will dry up in the pocket of my flannel-lined jacket. I’ve been letting thoughts come, and letting them go, in the spirit of autumn, when trees show off, then step back. I’ve been trying to look close at what feels as mysterious as this exposed log.

My pace is slow. I’m planning, but in a loose way, letting a new idea shuffle past the old, letting the old ones drift away. A novel can be daunting – and I still swear I’ll never again write one as long as that last one – so I’m trying to trick my way in with a page here, a page there – really “there,” often way past that page “here.” I’m fooling around with characters, ideas, and, yes, action – a word that was passed across the table yesterday – and like a bystander who’s not terribly invested, seeing what will happen. Maybe just leaves blown aside. Maybe a book.

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Responses

  1. Love that!

  2. Congratulations, Jeannine! It’s lovely to take a little time after finishing a big project to let your mind wander a bit…

    • Yes, Laura, the space for wandering mind is lovely and important. I hope you’re finding enough time for such!

  3. This is gorgeous. I love the image of you writing with your friends in a cafe. How did they get that pumpkin onto your latte?
    ‘I’ve been letting thoughts come, and letting them go, in the spirit of autumn, when trees show off, then step back.’ Beautiful!

    • Thanks for reading and your kind comments. As for how that pumpkin on the latte, that is a mystery of baristas. I think they use have tools that blow air into the foam to hold a design, but clearly it’s an art.

  4. Looking forward to when I can join you all – SOON – I hope! xoxoxo


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