I’ve made a small/big change to my routine and am going through the feelings that always come with that. Because of some shifting priorities in my life, I have moved writing out of the top spot and no longer wake up at 6:30 am to join a virtual writing group. Since I’ve been doing that for the last four or so years, I anticipated a reaction to the alteration.
Two weeks in and I'm filled with the despair of being a cog in the machine. On one hand, I wonder why I can’t simply: wake up, go to work, make dinner, eat dinner, knit, read, go to sleep, and repeat. On the other hand, how is that possibly supposed to be enough!?!
I haven’t yet figured out what I want to do…but wanting may not be the deciding factor. I have a story idea pressing on me. It tries so hard to get out that I’ve been talking it over with my spouse. And then I told a writer friend about it. To workshop it? Not my intention! But guess what happened? And presented with the plot issues I knew I had (for this book I wasn’t going to write) my friend asked a simple question. (Thank you, JM!)
You’d think I would remember the question, but I do not. I only remember that I was instantly struck with an idea and then another. And then still more little nudges until I finally had a solution for the problem for this book I’m not going to write. :)
I still have not written a word, but I’m mulling over the opening scene.
What are you doing that you can’t help but do?
With love,
Thao
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