My cat is waxed to a fine, glossy sheen. Not my real cat Xena. She is giving me the stink-eye at this moment. Using that feline death glare, she’s reminding me that she was just at the vet last Friday where I stood by while unspeakable things were done to her, so I’d better not even think about waxing her. She remains unwaxed. My metaphorical cat has never been so shiny.
I never heard of the phrase until I read a post by Elizabeth Bear. I recognized what she was talking about right away. I am doing a lot of things related to writing. I wrote posts for my blog, including this one. I’ve read and given feedback for a friend’s work-in-progress. BayCon is coming up at the end of May, so I’n working on my costume for the Variety Show. (Watch this space for an upcoming announcement about me attending BayCon.) I ordered business cards and ribbons. All in all, I’ve been a very busy writer, except that I haven’t been doing any actual writing. All of these things are things that I need to get done. Some of them, I admit, are lower priority than others. There are hard deadlines that are involved. They are all, when it’s boiled down, excuses for me to not be doing what I need to be doing.
I’m still working my way through sections that should be rewritten or chucked entirely. I feel I should rewrite them, for practice sake if nothing else. The temptation to use the delete key wantonly is seductively strong. I have also had another idea that I am considering that will require me to rewrite what I’ve already written. Add in another round of self-doubt and family related stress and picking up the cat and applying a coat of wax sounds appealing.
Right now I am forcing myself to let go Xena, put away the can of carnauba wax, and fold my polishing cloth. She will thank me for it, and eventually I will too.