Time Slip

In Search of Lost TimeHave you ever experienced a loss of time? Something like taking four hours sans traffic to drive a distance that should have only taken thirty minutes? Black outs? Fugue states? Disappearing from your regularly scheduled blog posts for months without explanation?

I would love to blame time slips. Missing pieces of time that can’t be logically explained away. Alien abduction? Maybe. Drinking binge? Plausible. Following the Grateful Dead’s never-ending tour? Not likely since Jerry passed.

Actually, I’m only guilty of the blog thing above. And as much as I would love to be able to blame it on any one of these outlandish theories, I can only point to the clock. Though the time did slip by, I watched every minute and can account for every hour.

Not once did I encounter an alien.

My binge drinking never made it past my twenties. (Though to be a writer worth his stuff, I might need to revisit this.)

And though I always intended to, I never had the chance to see the Dead perform.

No. My time slip was of my own doing. Much like credit card debt, really. Except instead of dollars and cents, I was slowly giving away my seconds and minutes. New house, new children, new daytime job description. All things that seemed like a simple decision at the time are now showing me how much time I have to give to maintain it all. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change any of it (well, most of it).

But now it’s time to move forward. The alternative is far too grim for me to consider.

I might not have been writing much here or at my other blog, but I have been writing. Actually, I’m revising. And let me tell you. It’s a bitch. One minute convinced I’m brilliant, only to be slapped back to reality once I reread it. And in this one case, seven years passed before I worked it over.

Talk about a time slip. How the hell did I let seven years pass by before cleaning this up? I’m determined to get this thing finished. I don’t even care if it ever gets published (that’s a lie), I just want to be done with it.

So in the weeks and months to come, I’ll drag you through my revisions with bits of insights and stupidity. As it is, I’m about a quarter of the way through and entertaining the notion changing a key element that would almost guarantee a re-imagining of the rest of the story. What the hell am I thinking?

Regardless, I’m not letting any more time slip me by. I’ll take it back by seconds and minutes, and eventually get it to where it needs to be.

Enough about me. Where are you in your writing path? Can we commiserate? Give and take advice? Let me know in the comments below.