I almost fell off the wagon yesterday, the writing one that is. I was tired, I still am tired… totally frustrated by the lack of time in my day for writing, by many other little things that I’m not going to bitch about here, and life in general that I almost let it get to me. It would have been so easy to say ‘stuff it’ and just go to bed, but I didn’t. I got my words out, passed 8K, and am still feeling really good about the story.
Considering I went into the month exhausted, I should cut myself a little slack. Part of my brain is going – see, writing IS exhausting – while the rest of it is going – dude, you were already tired, you have a teething baby and an incredibly grumpy four year old, not to mention all the house stuff – gee just thinking about it makes me feel tired.
So it’s great that I don’t have to think about the novel huh? I’m spending a lot of time not even consciously considering the next steps it will take. I’m sure that it’s all simmering below the surface, but it’s lovely that I don’t have to spend time deliberating over what will happen next. I’ve got complete faith in myself, and in the story.
Which is a really strange but beautiful place to be in. Maybe it means I’ve finally hit a point in my writing where I can trust myself enough to loosen the reins a little. I’ve always found that when I’m trying hard to make a story a certain way I end up failing, but when I do manage to step back a little and let the story evolve it takes on a life of its own.
Growth, it’s a wonderful thing.
Anyways… am now 8k into the novel, will hit 10k at some point today which is pretty exciting. But for now I better go and get the girls ready, we’re visiting a friend this morning and thank goodness because I’m completely over the grumps this morning and at least Ivy can direct them at someone else for a little while!