When my agent said to take out one component of my sci fi, Lethal Dose, I almost died. One small change affected 3/4 of the book. Removing it meant reworking everything after the first 1/4th.
I grumbled, I whined, I stormed out of the house.
Into the gardens.
I needed to completely rethink my story and I can't do that chained to the desk, trying to force it. My coping mechanism is my gardens. (In winter it's de-cluttering or house repair. Sometimes baking.) I was soooo frustrated with the changes she wanted, this is the result:
This is my meditation garden. Seems I didn't do so much meditation as I did murder. Weeds? I don't think so!
Then I moved on....
What was once a dumping ground for the wheelbarrow and all kinds of junk, I used flagstones from our old walkway, dug up the weeds, laid down mulch and a border, and used an old copper fire pit for a birdbath to make yet another garden. But was I done? Nope.
I added pots of flowers around the house, by the garage, in the front gardens, by the mailbox,
on the side of the shed,
added a small veggie garden by the pool fence,
updated the corner pool garden,
added some more herbs to the herb garden (and it still needs some work because those damn chives think they can just take over the place),
and this puppy in the front of the house is in for some serious cutting back and reorganizing. There will also be borders and mulch around the front yard trees.
But those last few will have to wait. I'm on a roll with the revisions (didn't want to take the time to do this blog, but gotta get all my To Do list accomplished and it's Monday after all). I have big plans for summer projects (both writing and house). Summer is when I feel most energized and now that I've 'weeded out' my demons on the sci fi revisions, I must return to the manuscript.
How do you exorcise your revision demons? Let me know because one day I'm going to be too old to do all this digging and planting and ripping up.
Good day, good writing, and good things!