Translation: lots of lonely (lonelier) hours and sleepless nights.
To compensate, I'm overbooking my to do list. I upped my daily writing quota from 2k to 3k (and hit it, woo hoo!), as well as did a ton of stuff around the house.I keep thinking there should be more, but...I push myself too hard to fill my days as it is. When the kids went to bed at 9, I sat on the couch reading with the TV going because the quiet is an unwelcome reminder that I don't have anybody to talk to. I can forget that (mostly) when I'm rushing around during the day trying to get stuff accomplished so that I can say I might matter in some small way.
Man, that's maudlin. I'll blame Craig's absence. Yeah, that's the ticket.
A little sad that the highlight of my day was getting to chat with my sixtysomething aunt & uncle on Facebook tonight about family reunion plans next summer. And you know, we realized this past weekend that by going to Michigan next summer to see my family means I don't get to go to ComicCon like I swore I would next year. And I'm surprisingly okay with that.
But seriously, three weeks here, with my sisters and their families popping in for a week of that, or a few days in San Diego in the middle of July with thousands of other people so I can stand in queues on the off-chance of a fan encounter/getting to see an actor I enjoy? Not really a contest.
And I'll close with another Anne Lamott quote, one that I think would help most writers: E.L. Doctorow once said that "writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way." You don't have to see where you're going, you don't have to see your destination of everything you will pass along the way. You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you. This is right up there with the best advice about writing, or life I have ever heard.