It’s been another busy couple of weeks. I’ve been: taking | feeling | going | starting | making | adjusting | getting | drifting | trying | thinking
Routine is the killer.
I kind of knew that before.
I have no idea what’s going on with July. It’s been one of those months that’s simultaneously been dragging on forever and is disappearing in a flash. But July is almost over (however that happened), and I guess it’s time to think about how it went.
“Maybe I’ll have some answers by the end of June,” I said.
Why do I set myself up like that?
I’m being a little overdramatic.
May has taught me that I really do need to build a better system for managing my writing projects.
It started off well enough—I had finished drafts of both The Black Sun and Violet Lane, vague plans for my next project (very tentatively titled These Modern Things), and I was excited to move forward. And then… not much happened.
The last couple of weeks have been so busy. I’ve been: daydreaming | starting | suspecting | cutting | planning | thinking | waiting | feeling | trying | eating
Another two weeks! They’ve been interesting. In a (mostly) good way. I’ve been: feeling | wearing | rethinking | discovering | learning | preparing | trying | waiting | getting | debating
After taking some time off over the holidays, I’m starting to ease back into writing again. (Technically speaking, I started last week, but that was only two very short writing sessions, so I’m not counting it.)
It’s been… interesting.
This has been a strange month. (Another one.) Not bad, just… strange. In a number of ways.
I’m currently planning the second draft of the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year, and I’m in the earliest stages of planning a different novel. I’d worried that it would be confusing, trying to work on two different stories, but it’s not; they complement one another, but they don’t get tangled up together.
It does mean that I’m working on two different stories, but not actually writing either of them right now. I’m not putting words on the page. And the writing routine I built over the last five months doesn’t quite work when I’m outlining, or researching, or trying to make sense of the notes I made last November. I’ve been trying to do some free writing, but… meh. I don’t quite have the hang of that – I always reach a point where it feels like I’m just typing, rather than writing.
So, keeping myself on track – and feeling like I’m actually being productive – has been a bit of a struggle.
I don’t know if the last two weeks have felt so odd, or if it’s just the last few days. Either way, I’ve been: wishing | having | loving | thinking | wanting | starting | buying | getting | trying | hoping