Yesterday, the new semester started. Wait. Actually, tomorrow marks the start of the fifth week of the semester. What the heck? How did that happen? I'm assuming I must have missed a time warp in September because there is no way October begins tomorrow. Excuse me while I stomp my feet and shake my fists at the universe for allowing time to pass so dang quickly.
I guess I should have known we'd breezed out of the beginning and into the middle based on how swamped and frazzled I am. Forget about writing or editing or anything other than just getting through the day right now.Perhaps, the universe is doing that thing its known to do—teaching me a lesson, reminding me of a couple of things I really should remember by now. As usual, they apply to both my life and my writing. I've said it before. I love beginnings. Middles, not so much. It feels like they drag on, and they're either so boring, I just want to move on to the next thing or they're filled with over the top drama, and again, I get antsy for something new.
And then I remember that I have some control over the middle, too. If it's boring, I don't have to wait for change. I can make it happen. If it's too dramatic, I can remove obstacles and even characters (people) who just aren't working. Of course, there's plenty I can't control (not that I've learned that lesson yet), but that's a given. Still, since the middle is the longest part of the semester, a novel I'm writing, and even the story of my life, I might as well settle in and enjoy the conflict. After all, that's what makes a good middle.