Chatting on the phone with Steve, cherished writing partner and Ukelele guru, we covered the usual topics (movies, books, gossip) and then he asked, “Feeling a little rootless?”
“Yeah,” I answered, glibly.
He knew that I had shipped the copy edited manuscript of my novel back to the publisher about a week ago. Ever since, I’ve been cleaning my office, filing stuff, purging the bookshelves of college texts (did I really think I’d read Horace ever again? and if I want to, there’s the library…)Sure, Passover kept me occupied for a while there but, the chasm yawns. What next?
S. and I shared a laugh.
Either we’re miserable and writing, or else we’re not-writing and shuddering with anxiety about what to write next.