From Smaller Indiana
It is funny how this time last week I couldn’t have cared less if I was writing or not. I was kick back, relaxing and enjoying myself. A week on things have changed. I need to get back to writing. It is my intention to participate in [Fiction] Friday today – Write about a misunderstanding between three people – but to do that I need to write one very long piece of Hartog to bring his story up to speed. I’ve seen how the prompt plays out in the Hartog series of stories and I could just write it off the cuff but well … I’m worried I’ll get blocked with the story.
Last week we visited my friend’s parents – who I literally haven’t seen in almost 20 years. They were talking about how they knocked one of their old chooks on the head – and how she had about half a dozen eggs of varying sizes in her. Made me think that’s how I am at the moment – chocked up with Hartog stories, but unable to move through them until I get the first one out. It has been brewing now for about five weeks. Small wonder Hartog hasn’t become a stalker!
So today – need to ekk out some time to firstly get the next installment down and then, later on tonight write to the [Fiction] Friday prompt.
Guess you’ll be hearing a lot more from me shortly one way or another. We fly home Sunday and after some toing and froing, have decided not to extend our stay. While it is cold and raining in Brisbane (and who wouldn’t want to stay in Cairns in the glorious sunshine) – it has been break enough and I need to get back to life as normal and maybe that 1000 words a day challenge?
Gosh – it feels quite like I came back from the wilderness of the Bunya Mountains and promptly entered the wilderness of a writing drought. Time and circumstances seem to be against me. And unbelieveably I am on holidays again – this time in my home town of Cairns, staying with my Sister and Mum. With three kids under the same roof, old friends to catch up with, gorgeous tropical winter sun outside and a real desire to kick back .. I haven’t been making (or had!) the time to write. Even my morning pages have gone beside the wayside which feels OK at the moment.
I wouldn’t like to call my morning pages crutches to get through life, but at the moment I don’t feel empty without doing them religiously every morning.
There’s been lots of behind the scenes work going on with Chinese Whisperings and we attempt to get the template right so we can then load up the information and make the permanent site live. Without internet for a few days at the start of the week I lost momentum and I’m not too enthused at this point to trade CW work for a walk on the beach or gelato in the glorious sun.
The Dirk Hartog story is still clicking over. Hartog has learnt some patience (huh – this is what you get when you choose “me” to tell your story to. Bet you’re currently peeved about it Hartog! Maybe you didn’t do your research so well. Or maybe you have mor faith in me in telling your story than I do at present?) There is also Celia’s story I was intending to write for Fiction Friday yesterday – considering she’s been on an extreme change – time travel back into war torn Europe would do that for you. Plus I overheard a conversation I found interesting in regards to her story. And I also made a startingly discovery which came from said overheard discussion. To suceed on her mission they had to destroy the time machine – thus she was sent back into the past knowing she would never be able to return to her time and her comrades.
I’m also on a bit of a fact finding mission for my potential NaNo story this year. Probing and exploring my old friends high school and teenage experiences/recollection. I’m hoping if I have some insight into the drives, motivations, fear and triumphs of my old friends during those seminal years I will be able to attract the right characters for the story.
I’ll be back later to do my month in review (yes I am putting it off because it has been pretty dismal in many respects). And I have a few more ideas I would like to write about.