Greetings all,

It's been a rough couple weeks, and things do not look like they will be getting any easier in the near future.  Much like the main character in my current WIP, I have found myself swept up in events beyond my control, part of a larger pattern.  This has resulted in my having to work much longer days, as I've not only been tasked with renovating one of the apartments in my building, but am also working full time in another construction-related job.  This would be fine, if not for a little thing called 'limits'.  I have not worked for less than twelve and a half hours a day for the last month, with most days lasting much longer.  The work is physically demanding; my fingers are swollen, and it is painful to type. Exhaustion and physical pain have kept me from making any progress on my newest manuscript for a month, depriving me of both creative satisfaction and the natural therapy for my anxiety the activity provides. For artists, creativity and emotion are closely intertwined, and being deprived of the ability to express the former can have direct and profound effects on the latter. I've been doing my best to deal with the pressures and tolls of my current circumstances, but the timing could not have been worse; I was at a critical point in the plot, and could not afford such an interruption.
This proved frustrating for some time, but there proved to be silver lining. The beginning of the current chapter seemed weak, and during my workday, I still have time for inspiration to make its way into my brain, even if I do not immediately have the time or opportunity to act upon it. In this case, the Muse gave me the beginning for what will lead into the third act of the novel, one that reads much better than what I have currently. It's a small win, but I'll take it, along with the determination to return to my regular writing schedule as soon as possible. It's been a longer hiatus than I would have liked, but I am determined to bring it to an end.
Back to work...

Until next time,
~Namaste
  