First, a thousand apologies for my silence over the last month. Crazy busy, throw in a holiday or two, the flu ravaging through my household, and prepping for a move, I haven’t even had spare time to respond to texts or waste on Facebook much either. Let alone invest in my writing.
Sadly, I did not meet my goal of finishing Jewel of Solana by the end of 2014. I’m 10,000 words short. 😦
Yep, I’m in the creative doghouse. But strangely enough, that’s not what I’m here to discuss.
I’m here to talk about Winter. She’s cold. Bitter. Relentless. Whipping. At least, from a southerner’s perspective. I know we Texans haven’t received anywhere close to the brunt of the recent cold snaps smothering the country, but it’s way colder than what we’re used to. And for a person who was born in the tropics, it’s doubly brutal.
It doesn’t help that we’re in the middle of prepping our house to put it on the market in just a few short weeks. We have to fix the ‘curb appeal,’ and sub-freezing temperatures makes the outdoor task quite unappealing. Yes, I’m whining about the cold. Full disclosure, I’m a baby when it comes to winter. I love snow, the pretty wonderlands described in carols, the hot chocolate and warm fires. The images you see in Christmas cards and the December/January months of calendars you hang on the wall. All for it. But when it comes with nasty wind chills and ice/sleet/freezing rain, I’d rather curl up in a ball and cry.
When will it be spring? I’m channeling my inner Olaf from Frozen. Imagine how much cooler I’ll be in summer.Bottom line, I’m doing all this because it’s a huge dream for my family. One we’ve been waiting to fulfill for several years. And no matter what time of year it is or the weather, it’s worth it.
Another of my favorite Olaf quotes:
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.