A post! Yes, a real post, just to let you know that I haven’t TOTALLY forgotten this blog. Just, um, almost.
Actually, it was the logging in bit that got lost. I finally found the information and was able to log in and there was much rejoicing.
Lots of writing has been done since this blog was last touched. It’s kind of dusty in here, but it feels good to be back. Facebook keeps stealing all the time I give it, and I miss the blogosphere. Blogs are deeper, painted in a lot more creativity than you could put in a facebook status update. Trying to be creative on facebook is like shouting poetry into a crowded room. No one gives a shit because they’ll all drooling over pictures of cats while arguing politics. Or religion.
Facebook is like that rude party guest who keeps talking about all those subjects polite society ignores in social gatherings.
I want to bring back the fiction blog. I have my “this is life” blog (which is also kind of neglected) and my Author blog (and wow… talk about falling behind on that one… sheesh)
But there are short stories begging to play and I would like to give them a place to romp and entertain.
I hope you enjoy what you’ll find here.
…aaand I haven’t done much writing since November. Lots of revising (in my head) but getting to the keyboard to do any actual work on the manuscript? Nah.
Apparently, when one is in the process of purchasing a business, one gives up any extra time away from the regular job and home duties in order to schlep through mountains of legal crap-ola, red tape, paperwork, and don’t get me started on our yearly taxes because that was three and a half hours of my life that I’ll never see again.
The shop has taken over my life for now, which means I need to get my butt in gear (or in the chair) and really make headway if I’m going to keep my deadline of July.
As much as I love the shop and am excited at the prospect of running it full time, it is standing directly in the path of my writing. I’m exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally with all the ups and downs, which in turn leaves very little for me to work with when I write. Don’t get me wrong, I have ideas and I’ve even composed a couple of short stories, but it is all still in my head and that’s probably where it will stay until such time that I can claim a weekend for myself and make things happen. Thanks to the schedule we’ve worked out, those weekends happen alternately between three-hour car rides to run the shop on “my” weekends.
Eventually things will work out. I’m going to leave my permanent position and go back to substituting. I have no worries of being kept busy doing that, I have experience and skills that will get me in where others fear to tread. It will also allow me to work at the shop, and a little more time for writing.
Writing and living, two things I enjoy a great deal.🙂
Another NaNoWriMo has come and gone and this year is the first that I didn’t finish with 50,000 words. I saw it coming early on, but after a day of sadness, I accepted it. I was ok with it.
And I’m still ok with it.
It took me a while, but I think I’ve figured out why I’m not weeping and wailing and gnashing my teeth. In the past, November was important to me as a writer because it was the one month where I could write with wild abandon and my family expected it. I could sequester myself at the computer, snack food piled around me, and a thermos of coffee with easy reach. With the exception of the holiday when we had to go up to my inlaws for Thanksgiving, I could write and no one would question why I was spending so much time buried in my craft. It was the only time I could honestly say I was a writer and able to do what a writer does.
Then I get into a relationship where my partner is not only supportive of my craft, but insists that I write, encourages my art, and does everything possible to make sure I write when the mood and muse strike. That is one of the reasons I adore her, but it is also the reason I believe I’ve been able to grow as a writer and to feel more like a writer and not just some bizarre, smelly, cranky, 30 day hermit that dwells behind the monitor every November.
I like it.
I’ll continue to support NaNoWriMo, and I may even join in, but if I don’t finish, I won’t worry. I’ll have a rough draft of something that I can work on when the mood strikes, and I like that too.
Now that it’s December I’ll go back to work on the second book of The Citadel Chronicles much to my beloved’s delight.
Mine too, come to think of it.
WordPress deleted my post. I hate this.