Full time work is looming in the future. The reason I insisted on part time was to have plenty of time to focus on writing – however – I’ve managed to find a thousand things to do. Thousands of fun and busy things that don’t include the actual act of writing.
Call it procrastination. Call it being a dork and wasting time. Whatever.
But next month I need to put my feet in the soil and root. I can no longer go at the pace I’m going and expect anything to come from it besides – very clean laundry, and lots of social time, and caffeine overload.
I also want my own place. It’s time. I’ve loved living with the Amazing Gee and St. Mary, but my Autumn creativity burst is coming and I need to be where I can plug myself into a secure space and create.
The leaves are turning, ever slightly. The light is changing from the summer glow to diffused autumn warmth and I can feel the need to be locked in my room – away from the world and making scenes, characters and prose.
It’s coming, and I can sense it like the smell of earth in the air before rain. It stirs my blood and my body is ready. Autumn is coming.
So, the plan is full time work, apartment, and emersion into my writing worlds. I suspect that with my schedule shifting for full time work, I’ll make writing more of a priority. I come alive in autumn. I’m so excited – I can feel it coming.
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