Wendall--every other Thursday
I turned in a book on Monday.
I don’t know whether my experiences in the days after a submission are
common or not, but this is what it's like for me. I ping back and
forth between relief, exhaustion, hope, and panic, as I wait to see whether my
editor likes it and how much additional work, whether incidental or monumental,
will need to be done.
Once I press "Send," I feel free and lucky for a moment or two, or maybe even an hour. Done and dusted! Then I remember all the things I’ve put off and all the promises I’ve made to
myself and others in the run up to the deadline. And feel more like this. Total collapse and denial. Within hours of making the mistake of announcing the book’s
submission on Facebook, my inbox is full of reminders about dinners, drinks, Zooms, and
walks with friends I’ve neglected, PDFs of books I agreed to blurb, a million
questions and requests from students and consulting clients, and in this case,
since the book had an April deadline, an email from our accountant, asking if
we are, in fact, planning on using them for 2023?
Suddenly, all the things I promised myself once the book was
done—sleep, exercise, time with my husband, time to hit the cinema or watch
thirty-five streaming shows I’ve missed, a joyful reread of all of Raymond
Chandler, healthy eating and drinking and a de-cluttering of my desktop—now seem
impossible. Sometimes I feel I’ve lived my whole life thinking, “if I can just
get through.. (fill in the blank)...I will be okay.” But somehow, the “fill in
the blank” part never ends.
I know that, ultimately, I'll be thrilled to see the
friends I’ve missed so much, that seventy-five percent of the shows people have
told me to watch will be, as my English husband would say, bollocks, and that
my new ‘to-do’ list will not be as daunting as it appears in the first twenty-four
hours after my deadline. I will navigate and negotiate all the requests and
reminders, as I always have in the past.
But the bigger question remains—when you have spent a year
creating, not only an entire book, but all the guest blog posts and one page
synopses that must follow, and you have put out the psychic energy necessary
for all the obligatory book store appearances, panels, interviews, and Zooms required,
how do you reignite the energy and inspiration to do it all over again?
Reading and watching films can inspire me, but because
almost all of my personal and “day job” work for the last forty years has been
either writing films, television scripts, or novels, and evaluating other people’s
writing, at this point, I’m most inspired by other kinds of artistic
expression.
So for me, one of the answers is museums—the art and the
physical spaces themselves. I’ve written posts about MONA in Tasmania and the
Cast Iron Gallery in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London because, those are places that spark new ideas or perspectives, that make me
want to write again.
This week, I wanted to share a few images from museums on the South Bank of Brisbane. These spaces have “filled my well” when
I’ve been in between projects and I visit them whenever I’m lucky enough to be
in Queensland—The Queensland Museum, the Queensland Art Gallery (QAG), and
Gallery of Modern Art (GOMA). All of them are bunched together, and look back at
the central business district. View from the Southbank of Brisbane The Queensland Art Museum welcomes you with a fountain guarded by pelicans, seen here from outside and inside the museum. Looking toward the bridge in the picture above. Seen through the downstairs gallery. There is more water inside, in a central gallery which changes exhibitions frequently. The gallery during my visit in 2019. The gallery in 2018. The museum holds some older pieces, but primarily focuses on modern and Aboriginal art. I'm equally inspired by The Queensland Museum, which focuses on both science and natural history. I love the way this museum is laid out, as many items are encased in glass or suspended in liquid and the whole natural history floor is an art installation in itself. So, taxes, coffees with friends, and museums, that's where I'm headed, at least until I get my editor's notes... --Wendall
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