“You might be experiencing the sensation of wandering around in a daze, with your feet planted on solid ground, but your head in the clouds.”
So, that’s my problem!
I’ve been in a daze for weeks, now, or so I’ve thought. But what does “daze” mean?
Daze: to become weary, lazy, tired; to stupefy, stun, or bewilder.
Not exactly complimentary, but truthfully, much of this describes how I feel and how I’ve been acting. For the life of me, I cannot figure out my problem. Maybe I have a physical condition of some sort, but no…I don’t think so. I have no pain, I sleep very well, I certainly haven’t lost weight, because I have not experienced a sudden loss of appetite.
The feeling must be connected to something, though, and until I figure out why I’m out of sorts, i.e., in a daze, who knows how long it might continue? If it does continue, I’ll never finish any of the three WIPs that are staring me in the face; I’ll not get through two months of promotion before I leave town for two weeks; and I’ll never write all those blogs that are on my calendar.
In the midst of whining in this blog, I stopped to make a dozen banana nut muffins and ten sausage biscuits for the freezer for my husband’s breakfasts. During that time, the house was quiet, the only sound being the sizzling of sausage patties in a cast-iron skillet, the breaking of one egg into a bowl, the clink and clank of a spoon against an aluminum mixing bowl, and the ‘shhhhh’ of vegetable spray into muffin cups.
These comforting sounds allowed my mind to wander wherever it wanted, and I think I’ve discovered something.
At first, I thought I needed something new, but that’s not exactly it. Here it is: I’m suffering from The Empty Nest Syndrome.
Since late spring, I have worked very hard to find homes for my manuscripts. The effort paid off, because every one of them—except one yet to be determined—now is under contract or already released.
I’m lonely. That’s my problem. All my babies are gone, and while I reared them to maturity so they could live independently from me, I miss them.
So, I need to get busy and finish one of my WIPs or begin a new story. Then I can have that feeling of anticipation of finding a good home for it.
Excuse me, please. I have work to do.
Celia Yeary-Romance...and a little bit 'o Texas
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Wonderful blog, Celia. And yes, I think you hit the nail on the head with your diagnosis of Empty Next Syndrome. So do get busy filling up your house again with more wonderful babies.
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