Letting Go of the Tiger’s Tail

If you’ve got the tiger by the tail, then doesn’t the tiger have you as well?

I thought something was hanging onto me, that I couldn’t shake loose. That could be, but it could also be that I was holding onto whatever it was.  So, I’m going to let go of it, and see what happens. That sounds vague, though really the specifics of it only matter to me.  Suffice it to say that it seemed like the same thing kept happening over and over again and it finally occurred to me to ask myself what my part in that was. Authors, writers, can fall into repeating a plot, different story, same plot, which is why I ultimately gave myself permission not to write a sequel to the vampire novel, at least not anytime soon. Sometimes, too, it can be a case of there’s a story to tell there, but it just isn’t quite time to tell it. Whatever the metaphor, sometimes we think we’ve got the tiger by the tail and really, it’s taking us for a ride.

I finished the first draft of “All the Bright Young Things at the Last Picture Show.” I’m working on “Gold Mine.” I’ve started a couple of other projects. I wrote a post earlier and I wasn’t happy with it. It wasn’t what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say was that I’m tired. I’m feeling not a little world weary. I’m sure I’m not the only person feeling that way these days or lately. That got me to thinking, when was the last time that I was feeling really good? It was when we were on our way home from several days on the coast. I was tired when we got home and, I’m still tired. Some of my activities this Summer resulted in minor injuries. I’m taking my vitamins. I’ve published five books in the last year, that’s a lot. I’ve a tendency to push myself too hard because I don’t take for granted being able to do things. I have to remind myself to really rest, so I don’t burn out, and before I don’t have a choice about it. Balance. That being said, I decided to do something artsy with this picture of an old X-ray of my hand and the fused bones in my wrist, because I thought it would look cool.

I call it, “The Hand.”

This year has flown by, and this month seemed to evaporate in a blink. We had a big Summer, generally good, but I am looking forward to the Fall season. It was one hundred and six degrees here today. I will enjoy what is left of the Summer, but I am always looking forward to cooler weather, the crunch of leaves, cinnamon spiced cider, the rain, all those kinds of things. I’m looking forward to the Fall and Winter holidays. Something feels different, as in, changed, and I haven’t quite put my finger on what it is yet. I think the only thing I really miss at the end of each Summer, is those extra hours of daylight.

I’m hoping to get another book out the door and into your hands before this year is over, we’ll see how it goes.

TS

On my way somewhere, I imagine.



Categories: 2017, All The Bright Young Things At The Last Picture Show, Autumn, believer, Gold Mine, grace, soul, strength, Style, Summer, unlimited, werewolves, writing

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