Isn’t funny how life interferes with your plans. Just when you think you have everything all lined up, somebody or something comes along and just blows it all away.
We have recently moved house, which is a big stressor on it’s own. Add to it the fact that I have not been able to edit for nearly two weeks now, and you have one very stressed out cookie, about to crumble!
I love writing so much, I love the creativeness, the flow, just expressing myself, and yet not being able to do that is really stressing me out more than the move itself! The fact that I have lost my lovely view does not help, although it won’t take long to discover new views from the new place.
While I haven’t been sleeping at night (it is so overrated… yeah right!) I have been slowly plotting a new story that I want to create, getting ideas for how I want it to progress, still debating whether to write it as a story or whether I will web serial it… decisions, decisions. Anyway, at night I have been plotting it, and I have some really exciting ideas for how I want it to progress, but I can’t find my notebook. It is packed, in a carefully labelled box, and buried at the bottom of the sunroom…
Along with all of my cooking utensils and scale – so I had to bake biscuits last night without weighing anything… They look alright, whether they taste alright is another matter! My cookbooks are – yes, you guessed it, also buried at the bottom of the large pile in the sunroom, and my beloved is telling me that I need to go through things and throw things away. What does he think I did for three weeks while I was packing? I am the one that paid for three rubbish BINS (Big drum ones, not little piddly rubbish bags!) to be removed full of junk, crap and general stuff I didn’t need. I even got ruthless and threw away some old story information I had… no doubt that will come back to haunt me!
I will be pleased to get out the other end of this, and get back into my writing, so that I have a release for my pent up frustration. Either that, or you will be reading headlines of a woman murdering her husband with a computer (and it’s not a laptop!)