Happy New Year! Writing-wise, 2020 is off to a great start. Before we get to January, I’ll follow up a bit from my last post to provide some general advice to anyone who may want/need it: Remember how I’d considered bringing a notebook with me to Disney World juuuuust in case there might be a few spare minutes to write? Ha. Hahahahaha. HA. Yeah, no. Disney is crazy on its own, and as the Official Organizer of this trip, who had to keep track of everything including two 4-year-olds and two 70-year-olds…I didn’t even open the book I brought to read, either. But although we got zero down time and my darling children refused to sleep in any buses or airplanes, we had a fantastic time. Which we can probably do all over again in another two to three years….
Now onto writing. The new project, which has been titled (and officially tagged here as) Hunting Astrid, is still going well. Honestly, this is probably some of the fastest writing I’ve done in years. Maybe not necessarily the best, but it’s something. If nothing else, at least it’s a great baseline/first draft I can always clean up later, right?
I just finished up Chapter Three, and as of right now, I’m predicting around eight…ish? That’s the other thing about this project—I’m definitely pants-ing more than plotting this time out, and THAT’S OKAY. My two main characters still have placeholders instead of last names. SO WHAT? I still haven’t worked out 100% of the issues I worried about at the time of my last blog post. I’LL FIGURE IT OUT SOON ENOUGH. I’ve been working to getting back to these writing habits for a long time, and while I’ll always have bouts of overthinking things, at least it feels more effortless. I’m hoping to keep it up.
One more not totally writing-related point before I sign off: After dealing with recurring issues for the past six months, it’s been decided that my tonsils are coming out sometime in February. Yes, we’re all aware that, in my mid-30s, I’m practically ancient in the tonsillectomy world, but it’s got to get done. (I’m about ready to reach in and rip them out myself.) I’ve been told that the older you are, the worse the recovery is, and the ENT told me to prepare for at least two weeks of that. In a perfect world, I’d be able to use some of that time off to write, but we’ll see. I’m just hoping I won’t be zonked out on the couch for two straight weeks and can at least catch up with some knitting and Netflix.