Last year I was pregnant, and towards the end of the year, I became mother of a beautiful little girl. This, not surprisingly, has impacted writing.
During the second half of the pregnancy, there was a bit of time where I wrote a lot. Then my head was so full that playing games was a challenge, and the only new books that worked for me were Young Adult, with their less complicated plot-lines. Mostly I was comfort reading, rereading series that I know well and love deeply.
When my daughter Aurora was born late November, the first couple of weeks were surviving. All went well, but learning to take care of a baby is a lot of work. Mostly I was watching a lot of shows, not even reading. Slowly, as the new life is settling in, there are less things I need to figure out and she is sleeping for slightly longer stretches during the night, I am slowly writing again.
So far it’s a stolen 5 minutes here and there. I don’t expect for it to become much more, but with a little luck, I will be able to go to 15 minutes of writing every day in a week or two. Who knows, maybe I will be very lucky and will be able to expand those 15 minutes to an hour of writing a day in a few months. I’ll try and update the blog every now and again, when time allows and inspiration for blog posts (and not stories) strikes.
I have been supremely busy and not writing much. So, also not blogging much. I am expecting a baby though, and *have* to take it a little easier. Since I need to sit more, I am hoping to convert that into some more writing time again. I miss writing. So here’s to hoping I will manage to write more, instead of just sit more and watch/read stuff.
Winters aren’t my brightest part of the year, and the last couple of months have been hard. Between a very busy last half year on the day job, and a move last year, I went into the dark winter months tired. I had hoped to mitigate this with a vacation. While the vacation was absolutely amazing, the jetlag hit hard, and undid a lot of the good the vacation itself did energy wise.
Now, no man over board here or anything, but it meant that I was mostly too wiped to write, and when I wrote it went into my projects, not my blog. Since the days are slowly getting longer again, I’m picking it back up, though. And I am trying to see if I can post a little more regularly.
The question is how to achieve it. I’m starting by doing two things. Scheduling a little bit of time to write each week, and when I have the energy to write, to write some backup posts.
This is both good for the blog, as good for my writing. It’ll help me pick up the habit again, and hopefully I’ll be writing a little every day before summer gets here again, on both the blog as my other projects. Later this year, I’m going to see if I can find a way to enable myself into doing this, writing every day, by seeing if I can find a way to write during my daily commute.
I am curious though, how other people manage to keep up their writing. For those of you that write regularly, how do you enable yourself to do it?
Apparently my goal for this year, to post every week, isn’t going to happen. However, I am still writing, and working on other types of stories. I’m thinking of picking up an old project again in November. A project I’ve worked on a fair bit, but which still needs oceans of TLC to come any closer to being done. I am not starting a new project for November Novel Month, like I did last year. I want to finish projects before I start another large scale project. While there are plenty of cool ideas to go after, I am still very excited about some of the projects in progress. And as long as I don’t finish the story itself, it’s hard to share with others. So time to type more!
So. Life has really been catching up on me this year. After a really rough patch, I entered a really good one. I got to move to a bigger house. Which my love and I, being the avid collectors of books, movies, and items for our interactive theatre hobby, really, really needed. However, writing, when I could barely reach my computer past all the boxes… not so much… Then, when the writing was slowly returning as we were clearing boxes, my grandfather passed away. Which cluttered up the writing even more and slowed down the disappearance of boxes…
So a couple months of silence. Doubtlessly, though, when there are less boxes and I am coming to terms with the new house (I love the house but moving is not something I am particularly good at) there will be lots and lots of writing again.
For now, I have spent a lot of time watching tv, rewatching old movies and shows. Firefly and the Chronicles of Riddick work excellently for me at times like this. Slowly I have started watching new things again as well. This seems to be a really good year for science fiction. I am loving it.
Also, I picked up a new book. It took me a week to get into it, but A discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness got its grubby little claws in me, and I finished all three books in the series in no time. I really liked what she did with several kinds of supernatural lore, but I will go into this in a separate post.
It’s been a rough couple weeks, causing me to completely miss several weekly posts.
It was one of those times where ‘life happens’, where the dose of life happening was a little higher then I strictly speaking would prefer. With two deaths, a birth, a lot to do at work, the flu and leakage in our bathroom in the wake of a conference which was awesome but left a lot of information and impressions to process, I’m now hoping for a couple of more quiet-like weeks, so I can process and start writing things down.
Now, I haven’t completely shut down or anything- I had that experience once as a teenager, when even more life happened then it did now and every piece of it was bad, and I hope to never again experience that numb bleakness before the pain hit a couple of days later. But to write about my impressions and thoughts, I need some semblance of brain space to sort them.
Fortunately this does not matter for my creative writing – a whole new story materialized out of nowhere the past couple of weeks. It’s my way of coping. Sometimes difficult, sometimes highly convenient. Especially since I also clean a lot. So now my house is sort of sparkly, and my word count is up…