As you might imagine, on the morning after the Lost series finale, my head feels like popcorn popping in a microwave. (I won’t spoil anything, promise.) Ben Linus. Smoke Monster. Time. Death. Life. Jack, Kate, Sawyer. Locke. Flocke. Lemon-raspberry tart, jungle plates, apple crisp. Guacamole, cabernet. Vacuum. Dishes. Seating arrangement for nine in a tiny apartment living room.
Now that all the planning is over, the processing of what just happened? has begun. Thus, I’ve already succumbed to the distractions of message boards, EW.com, and a let’s-discuss-this! phone call with my mom. Finally, I tore myself away for productivity’s sake. For now.
You might have guessed it already, but I, um, didn’t quite meet my Creativity Workshop goals this week. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I blasted off with a full tank of fuel back on Tuesday, when I posted about the flamin’ ladybug story — trouble was, much as I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted (and still want) to spend time on it, it was an altogether strange week. Admittedly, the most I did on my story this week was to plan it and get way excited about it.
Though party-planning and general I’m-so-excited-yet-sorta-sad-that-I-get-to-find-out-how-Lost-ends bubbly feelings dominated the weekend, that’s not the only reason I was unproductive. A few of the weekdays were just plain difficult, in terms of some personal stuff going on, and my willpower lacked its usual oomph. On the days where the oomph was alive and kicking, I made some great progress on my novel edits and at the gym. I was thisclose to completing a section of the novel, so when it came time to work, I gravitated toward that.
The good thing?
I’m not discouraged. Still excited, actually, and encouraged that I made progress with the novel and the gym. It’s really tempting to write the ladybug story this week instead of doing the third story in the set, but: no. That would put a bad habit into motion, I think. As excited as I am about it, I shall shelf it for now, knowing I have a great idea to come back to in the future. Instead, it’s time to press on.
It’s especially tempting to write the ladybugs when I look ahead to this week’s project: Little Bo Peep and severed tails. What in sideways world am I going to do with that?
Okay, dudes. I’m feeling that good old oomph right now, so I should strike while it’s hot. The first goal of the rest of this week: get writing stuff done before I allow myself any more Lost message-board perusal. Then, I’ll tackle the rest of the week.
PS: That picture of Benjamin Linus and his #8 bunny is a limited edition screenprint made by Todd Slater. I want this.