Great picture. Is that a Lilith/Biblical reference? I like that its meaning has become hazier through time, if it ever was clear.
I took a break from writing for two months recently to get some things done around the house. We moved 3 years ago and due to a combination of long term illness and flooding we still haven't unpacked all the boxes or have enough furniture to live on. We nearly had, then the flood came and we had to pack up again. :(
We're finally getting furniture now (we'll have a sofa soon!) and are putting up curtains, paintings etc. It takes a lot of time and mostly I'd rather be writing. I don't really care if I live in a hovel as long as the major utilities work, that's my problem. But I'm not the only one to consider who lives in the house. It was nice to concentrate on it for a few months, but now I'm definitely bored. There are only so many curtain patterns you can look at.
Now that I'm so sick of it that I just have to get back into writing, I'm feeling guilty about all the things that are still left undone. But then when I'm sorting out the house, I feel guilty that I'm not writing. I can't win. I believe this is what they call Catholic guilt, which was drummed into me as a kid.
Just before my writing break, I was on the very last chapter of the first draft of my very first novel-length thingumy. It's a huge life goal for me, to write something that length, never mind the quality, never mind the subject, but the timing was just bad to finish it at that point.
My plan now is to warm back up with some smaller bits of writing and then go back and second draft the story before hitting the end again, to gather momentum to get to that final point. Arrgh, I don't even want to think about it too much. It's scary. There are a few plot things I have to fix along the way, but I think they're not too difficult. I kept a checklist. More difficult is getting myself in the mood again. I have to trick my mind, sort of sidle along into accidentally picking up old stories when I have to take a break. If I big it up too much, "Woah yeah I'm writing!" kind of thing, I just freeze and lose the stomach to write anything at all.
So that's where I am now. I wish everyone the best, wherever they are, whatever the weather, and whatever they're writing.
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I took a break from writing for two months recently to get some things done around the house. We moved 3 years ago and due to a combination of long term illness and flooding we still haven't unpacked all the boxes or have enough furniture to live on. We nearly had, then the flood came and we had to pack up again. :(
We're finally getting furniture now (we'll have a sofa soon!) and are putting up curtains, paintings etc. It takes a lot of time and mostly I'd rather be writing. I don't really care if I live in a hovel as long as the major utilities work, that's my problem. But I'm not the only one to consider who lives in the house. It was nice to concentrate on it for a few months, but now I'm definitely bored. There are only so many curtain patterns you can look at.
Now that I'm so sick of it that I just have to get back into writing, I'm feeling guilty about all the things that are still left undone. But then when I'm sorting out the house, I feel guilty that I'm not writing. I can't win. I believe this is what they call Catholic guilt, which was drummed into me as a kid.
Just before my writing break, I was on the very last chapter of the first draft of my very first novel-length thingumy. It's a huge life goal for me, to write something that length, never mind the quality, never mind the subject, but the timing was just bad to finish it at that point.
My plan now is to warm back up with some smaller bits of writing and then go back and second draft the story before hitting the end again, to gather momentum to get to that final point. Arrgh, I don't even want to think about it too much. It's scary. There are a few plot things I have to fix along the way, but I think they're not too difficult. I kept a checklist. More difficult is getting myself in the mood again. I have to trick my mind, sort of sidle along into accidentally picking up old stories when I have to take a break. If I big it up too much, "Woah yeah I'm writing!" kind of thing, I just freeze and lose the stomach to write anything at all.
So that's where I am now. I wish everyone the best, wherever they are, whatever the weather, and whatever they're writing.