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I am writing again!
I know, you probably think that’s an odd statement for a writer to make, but I’ll level with you: I haven’t been writing very much in the last three weeks.
There are reasons for that, of course, but they are really more like excuses. Sure, I’ve been busy with NaNoWriMo stuff (helping to re-write the ML Guide, for new and returning MLs, planning this upcoming year, working on a new Calgary NaNo Website), with my house (finishing a two-year renovation that is SO VERY CLOSE to being done, organizing and tidying, purging), and with my day job (that is finally keeping me busy again – woo!), but there’s been a lot of time left for writing.
So why haven’t I been writing? That’s a good question. A part of me needed a break from Camp NaNo and from things going on in my non-writing life. A part of me has been re-focusing on critique group and a couple of short stories that I am submitting for publishing (cross your fingers for me). And a part of me hasn’t been sure what to write, exactly, given that NaNo is coming up and I am still hoping for a winning idea for a new experiment that I want to try in November.
But really? I’ve been lazy and unmotivated. I think I have been overwhelmed with the sheer amount of STUFF that I have to do before November (both writing-wise and house-wise) and I’ve let the things that revitalize me slip.
But this weekend was the break/wake-up call that I needed! My partner and I went camping for three days, where there is power, but no internet or cell reception, and it was a glorious three days of writing, reading, knitting, sleeping-in, and watching the leaves fall. Autumn has never been my favourite season, but it is slowly becoming so: I love watching the colours change, feeling a slight nip in the air, and needing warmer clothes (some of which I have knit myself). It was a great break from the day to day at home, especially on a year when I feel like I have completely missed summer!
I returned from camping last night with renewed determination, and have finally turned the heel on the second sock of a pair I have been working on for three years. That’s kind of sad, really. But they will soon be done (I’m knitting them toe-up and they have a short cuff, so only about an inch and a half of knitting to do) and presented to the ever-patient partner, who has nearly worn through the last pair of socks that I knitted him.
I have also been doing some editing and have worked through 4.5 chapters of Fighter One. That’s more writing in one weekend than I’ve done all month, and I can feel things starting to come together on the story. There’s lots of work left to do, but they won’t get done if I don’t work on them.
All in all, I’m somewhat pleased with what I have done lately, and feel much better having dedicated some time on the things that make me happy.
Now I just have to keep up that pace.
What makes you happier than anything else? Do you make time to do that?