I’m sitting here while the little one sleeps, wondering what to do. For the first time in a long time I’ve reached the end of my immediate list of and am left wondering ‘what next?’
I finished the first draft of ‘The Comfort of Wood’ last night (amazingly, I wrote around 2,000 words yesterday), and while I had told myself I’d also like to have Meredith’s story polished and submitted before the writing for the workshop began, I don’t feel the pressing need to get onto that right this minute. I could also find a new place to submit The Feud to. Yeah I should do that at least.
Maybe it’s because I’m sick. Yup, the girls got me with their darn cold. It’s okay though, better to get on with it so that I can get better sooner.
So I’m not feeling like I HAVE to do anything. I’m poised, waiting for the workshop to start. I’m obsessively going over my goals (which is more fun than it might sound!) and am looking forward to posting them tomorrow. I keep changing the order in which I want to do them. Keep switching projects for one of them… ah so much potential, so many things I want to explore. I’m focusing on FUN rather than problems, though I intend to keep my issues in mind with each story I write.
Just thinking about that makes me want to do stuff though. So I am off to search duotrope for a new potential home for The Feud, and then I think I’ll make some pinwheel scones.