Remember that song by Chicago? Does anybody really know what time it is? Well, apparently I don't. Today I thought I had a whole extra hour and I didn't, which resulted in me lolling around for sixty minutes that I really couldn't spare...but I do love to loll around. Lolling is way under-rated.
Unless I'm on deadline. I have to wait to loll until Aug. 2. Then I can loll for a little while before the next deadline comes clickety-clacketing at me with its little hooves.
Let's talk about lolling. First off, it's a lovely word. Lolling. See how it just lingers on the tongue? Lolling. Lolling. Lolling.
It's a whole lot better than saying, Procrastinating. Avoiding. Delaying. I always get this way when I'm on deadline. I suddenly want to clean my house. Really. Talk about weird, huh?
I love writing. I do. It brings me to life. So why is it so hard to do?
I was talking to my kids about transitioning yesterday. It's a phrase that's used to explain why, when your children are little, they cry when you drop them off at day care, they cry when you pick them up, they cry when they get home. It means that the transition from one environment to another is rough.
I was using this to explain why, when I get home from work, I need to smoothly and gently transition into being mom, and to please give me a few minutes before asking what's for dinner, can the son go to a movie and the daughter to the mall, does he have a clean shirt and where are her new jeans, etc.
And so I need to transition from my 21st century home, with a washing machine (running), a dishwasher (needs to be emptied), and a computer (in lap), to the 19th century, to rural Minnesota. I know my hero and my heroine need me--but my 21st century phone keeps ringing, my 21st century cat keeps trying to push the 21st century laptop off my lap, and my 21st century children think they should be fed.
ARGH! The pain of transitioning!
Tomorrow I'll loll for a little while, but it'll all benefit my writing. It's Crime Time Sunday on the Hallmark Channel. There's a Perry Mason movie (I love the theme song, and Raymond Burr's voice, and the generally unresolved tension between him and Della Street....well, my dears!), a Matlock movie (he's a great character to study--lots of understated dimension), and McBride (the device of replaying a scene with him in it as a shadowy observer is brilliant), plus a couple of my favorite detective and yours, in "Murder, She Wrote." Then it's back to writing.
And that's what I'm about to do now. 19th century Minnesota, here I come!
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4 comments:
Wow, Janet, you cast a whole new light on lolling. I never really thought about it much, but it is a fabulous word.
I'm an expert on lolling, Debby. (Notice how I don't seem to be writing my book at the moment....)
Any questions you might have about lolling, just ask!
"Lolling" is a fabulous word--and at times, a wonderful opportunity to rest and rejuvenate.
I've found that lately, though, I've been forced to loll around much more than I'd like...I'm looking forward to my energetic little yippy puppy days again! ;)
Hope the book is going well, Janet!
Ah, lolling. It's what I do when I consider nyself a "slug-a-bed". Remember when we were kids and when stayed home from school we were 'sick on the couch?' Hope you're feeling better soon....Nancy
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