I miss writing. It’s only been a week or so, but I miss it, y’all!
As I mentioned in my last post (I know—so long ago, right?!), both of my WIPs are officially on hold until December. It’s sort of necessary, given this pack-and-move-practically-overnight situation we’re in, but still. I miss it.
Sure, I have some snippets of time here and there. I could write something. It’s largely a focus issue, though—not a time issue.
Revising my WIP into a fourth draft is something that deserves a fully-focused mind, not a mind that’s dealing with huge physical and emotional transition. And, even though the first draft will be a first draft (read: in need of MUCH work, no matter how much focus is devoted up front), I’d still like to make it as coherent as possible.
I have a feeling December will be full of words and huge progress. After a) this long break where I’m already itching to work, b) reading some good fiction during times when I would usually be writing, and c) the impending Harry Potter-palooza, I will have no choice but to be inspired.
BRING IT ON. I’m ready to wear off more letters from my keyboard (let’s all take a moment to mourn faithful letters D and C, the first of many keyboard ghosts), ready to dig in and focus, ready to do what’s necessary to make sparks fly on both projects.
But first, I must deal with Cardboard November and the Great Transition of 2010.
Once we’re settled, though: flying sparks. Words like wildfire. Important progress.
And I can’t wait.