I was intending to title this post “Turning Over a New Leaf” but there is something almost sad and pathetic about it. What I decided upon yesterday is not about getting rid of bad habits or making dramatic new starts (though I should point out I’ve cut sugar out of my diet again so any uncalled for bad behaviour is a consequence of that!) Instead it is about fostering old habits which served me well – or instilling again old interests into evey day life. No surprises it’s Mercury Retrograde.
This morning I got up to discover my iPod didn’t sync like it was meant to last night, so fussed about getting it sorted and enjoyed a morning meditation. Not quite what I expected but I was definitely on a better plane at the end of the 15 minutes and I think for the rest of the day. I’m intending on listening to the evening one before I go to bed (shortly!)
There is a single chair on my mother’s balcony, which over looks the court my sister lives in. The morning sun was warm and bright, but not too much of either that it was torture to be out there. With my fountain pen filled for the first time in months, and a new folder full of loose leaf I started back to the journey which is the morning pages – meditation on the page. I’ve missed it and glad to have it back in my life. Plus it gave me something to photograph for my first day of the 365 Day Challenge. Part of the reason I fell completely out of habit with mornings pages back in June was we were staying here and I couldn’t find a spot to write at (my Mum doesn’t have a table upstairs in her Nanna Flat and the table down on my sister’s patio isn’t the right place to be when small children are eating.)
All day I looked forward to a chance to sit and write … and walk. As it turned out the walk didn’t happen, but instead of getting lost on the internet and blowing my downtime on mostly irrelevant stuff, I opened up my “unfinished folder” and started editing Lea and Jude’s story. Decided to go back with the original title, from the original short story “Second Chance”.
While it would be lovely to write for an hour every day (would be brilliant to write for multiple hours every day – but baby steps!) I decided as a fall back if I can’t write for an hour, to write a minimum of 250 words. While I didn’t get to “write” 250 words tonight I edited almost 400 words – paring down the word count from well over 600 words. Using the advice given over numerous blogs in the past few weeks – if the word, sentence, paragraph doesn’t progress the story it doesn’t have a place in your narrative.
The pared down style of writing I’ve had to adopt to participate in Fourth Fiction seems to have stood me in good stead to attack the editing and rewriting process. Another one of those beautiful gems bestowed when you take the risk of trying something new.
By the end of the week I should have edited the 2500 words I currently have. I imagine quite a few of them will be discarded in the process. But I’m definitely getting better about not being precious.
And I did resign last night from my Breastfeeding Editor’s position with Type A Mom. There are so many unproductive reasons to stay there balanced by a few good reasons, but it was time to move on. Now there are no excuses for not spending more time writing fiction!