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Finding my way…again

Finding my way…again

The past few months have been a struggle. I’ve written about the exhaustion, the depression, and the frustrations that have kept me from writing of late. I even wrote about my decision to avoid NaNoWriMo stressors this year.

Well, it seems that all I needed to kick myself in the ass was to whine about all of those things. Since November 1st, I have written 21,000 words.

Twenty-one thousand words. Two-One-Zero-Zero-Zero. That’s a novella. In a week. To be fair, I wrote 13,000 on a short story and 7,000 on a novel, but still. I haven’t had a writing week like that in ages. Probably almost a year. We won’t talk about rewriting A Shift in the Air three times in three months, because those attempts did actually reach that level, but those were extenuating circumstances.

Writing is like that old, faded, worn-out sweatshirt. You know the one. The hem is all stretched out and the cuffs are fraying, but when you put it on, you’re suddenly home.

I’ve been searching for home for a long time. Whatever path I chose that got me lost, I couldn’t get my bearings to find my way home. Until this past week. Now, all of a sudden, I’ve not only found home, but I’ve unpacked, painted, and put up family photos.

I don’t know how long this will last. Maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe more. But for now, I’m going to switch back over to Scrivener. Maybe I can finish one more chapter tonight.

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