My hubby is home from a week overseas on a business trip.
We have a relaxing Sunday ahead of us, with another free Monday so he can recover from jetlag.
I’m watching him and my son ‘tickle fight’ on the couch, with additional arsenal of a custom quilt handmade by my mother. The durable kind to withstand years of wear and tear from toddlers.
My son’s laugh is my most favorite sound in the world. Which is inevitable. I fell in love with my husband’s laugh before I really knew him. So their two laughs together is Heaven.
I don’t care there’s an additional four loads of laundry waiting for me, or a grocery list to make, or a sink full of dishes. We’re going to celebrate this heaven even more by going out to lunch with B’s favorite food: Mexican.
Perhaps if my two boys nap today, I may get additional writing in. But if not, that’s ok. There’s infinite rooms in heaven.
- Heaven (spellinghearts.wordpress.com)
- When I Get To Heaven~by rldubour (ourpoetrycorner.wordpress.com)
My vacation this past week was the typical summer family vacation: exciting, entertaining, full of laughter and joy, a breath of fresh air and out of the ordinary… and exhausting.
The typical need-a-vacation-from-your-vacation kind of feeling when you get home. I LOVED the break from the daily grind in Hilton Head and plan to go back. But I have to add it’s a great feeling to be back home and sleep in your own bed and get back to your normal routine (as a parent to a toddler, routines are essential).
I had hoped for a few brief periods of writing time on my vacation (while my son napped or was busy playing with his cousin), but that didn’t happen. Nap times seemed to disappear while on vacation, or were significantly shorter. And I can understand that; when I was a kid I wanted to spend every moment ‘on vacation,’ and napping just seemed like a waste of precious time. And when my son napped, we spent the time cleaning up the condo or planning for the rest of the day or doing laundry. Kinda like at home.
But now since we’re home and getting back into routine, I’d like to say I’m refreshed and re-inspired to continue with my WIP. And in a way I am. I thought about my story and characters, and scenes I’d already written, and the scenes yet to come and unfortunately I’m backtracking. Again.
New ideas sprang to mind throughout last week and I’m struggling to find a way to incorporate them into my work without a complete re-write. Complete re-writes scare the crap out of me. Makes me feel like the time I spent on the first version was a waste (even though my logical brain knows it’s not a waste) but it feels like one.
Changes to my character’s emotional growth, and even major plot changes.
So to combat this feeling, I move forward in my WIP with the new ideas and know I’ll have to go back and fix previous scenes during my revisions (and make note of it in my trusty “Revision” file.)
So, am I refreshed from my vacation to continue writing and actually get the first draft completed? YES I AM. I just hope my son will let me focus on it, instead of pulling on my arm to go back to the beach. Or pulling on my own arm for the sand between my toes.