What a few days it has been. I was scheduled to leave for San Francisco on Sunday the 5th of June… only to come down, on the evening of the 3rd, with a lightning case of gastroenteritis. I missed my flight to SF, of course, and spent much of the weekend with a fever on the phone, calling up Quantas New Zealand at odd hours (thank you, Auckland office, for opening your lines at 4am – British Airways in Frankfurt was incapable of being open after 2pm in the afternoon…)
Four days later, here I am, much better if still a little puffed, with the lingering feeling of having been run over by a train. My main regret is that I missed visiting properly with good friends in San Francisco, but I have been able to spend the extra drop of time with family. Goodbyes are always bittersweet, the time spent with precious people always too short.
Writing-wise, this holiday has been a moment to sit back and reflect on new projects, and what I hope to be doing in a couple of years. I really haven’t had the time to think about these things over the last two years or so – there has always been a deadline looming, a word count to achieve, some promotional event to worry about. Now, apart from the proofs of ‘Oracle’s Fire’ to read through before July and the book’s release in October, I am free.
And what a feeling it is. I can’t overstate the important of ‘mind space’ for the writing process. Work deadlines, appointments, personal obligations and social media crowd out that all-important mental silence, the matrix where ideas are formed… the moment I fulfill my contract, slow down, shut off facebook and pick up a notebook, the creative juices begin to flow again.
Ripeness is all…