So I guess I pretty much took July off.
I didn’t plan to, but you know what they say about plans? Well, they’re right.
We had a little health situation in my family around Memorial Day weekend. Everyone is fine now, but it was definitely a reality check. The immediate aftermath was a little like if you were to take everything that you’d been thinking about and working on and toss it up in the air and just stand there, waiting and watching while it all flutters about and lands wherever it’s going to land.
We’ve been sorting through the stuff that landed here and there, putting it all back into some kind of order, finding our footing. It’s going to be OK, and I’m starting to get back on track.
Next on the agenda: Get back to writing. Laser focus. No more procrastinating.
So last week, packing to go out of town for a work training, I thought it would be good to take some writing books with me. One of the books was given to me a few years ago by my husband. I’d forgotten that when he gave it to me, he included a lovely note – that’s what the picture above is – telling me how much he’d liked this particular book when he first found it, and encouraging me to read it. And to write. Generous and supportive, and the picture on the front of the note was exactly the sort of thing I love.
“So do it,” he said. “You know, write.”
And I will. Next week I am running away from home, hiding out in a cabin in some woods. Just me and my computer. My only job the whole time will be to write. I hope – no, I plan to finish the book I started last year during NaNoWriMo, and to play around with some other stuff, and to get my feet firmly back under me.
Wish me luck. And good luck to you, too – with your plans, and with everything else.
(Stretching the definition of a challenge? Me? I suppose so, but I promise that my focus and intent are quite narrow.)