Seriously

I’ve been working myself up to get back into writing my gothic fairy tale novel. The first month of school is always more exhausting than I anticipate, so my break from it went longer than I had planned, which may, actually, have been a good thing.

I’m always a bit scared to open that Pandora’s Box. But I did it. I looked at what had became the opening chapter and reviewed my notes. I had definitely gotten carried away and spent most of the day trying to think my way through this problem. I need to stay in the gothic mind frame. When I wander too far into another genre it gets wonky.

I wish I could knit and type at the same time. Up to this point it’s all been handwritten, but now is the time to transition to typing. I could probably figure out some voice app, but it’s not the same. I love writing because I’m often clumsy verbally (unless I’ve practiced a lot). Writing allows me the perfect combination of time and peace to let it flow, and enough pressure for me to get it done right.

The plan is to get a few pages of rewrite done today and I am feeling especially sluggish. A little yarn play and some more coffee should do the trick.