The In-Between Place

The In-Between Place

Barrel

Photo by David Masters. Used under Creative Commons license.

I turned in a round of edits to my agent last week. “Ha!” I thought. “Now I get to take a break.” The euphoria lasted about two hours. Okay, ten if you count the hours I was asleep. By the next morning, I was already in the in-between place.

Experience, patient teacher that she is, has proven to me time and again that I write better books when I give myself a break between manuscripts. My creativity gets stored in something like a rain barrel. I keep it in the back forty, and if I get greedy and draw from it too much without enough raining times in between to fill it up again, it will go dry. I know this. And yet…I still don’t like the in-between times. I get itchy and out of sorts.

My subconscious is working on something new. It always does. That’s what the in-betweens are for, but it hasn’t told me what it is yet. And so I’m just waiting and looking at the sky, watching for the clouds to gather.

If only I could keep my hands busy with something else. Maybe I should take up knitting.

1 Comment

  • Tiffany Greenfield

    01.08.2012 at 13:16

    Thanks for sharing your creative process. It is great comfort to all of us with creative storms of our own to know that we aren’t the only ones staring out kitchen windows at unseen things.