Do you have any idea how many plans, both well-planned and highly productive, I had for this period of self-isolation while I would be stuck at home? Let me tell you—many and various. Including but not limited to: a consistent posting schedule for my blog; a poem for Easter; a hymn competition submission; at least two stories (“Whistler” and “AJ Burnes is a Double-Crossing Weasel”), perhaps even three (“The Drs. MacWitts’ Contribution to Overpopulation”); a significant start on the illustrations for “Apples Are Apples.”
But then I fell in love. So what can you do? Enjoy it, even while the rest temporarily falls by the wayside. Fortunately, I’m only planning on doing this once; these days and this season in my life will flow forward and become my new normal and I’ll return to my writing.
So just for the moment, I’m setting my personal projects aside. I’ll pick them back up again in due time. But not this month, and probably not the next. In the meantime, I’m still writing. Mostly by hand in my personal journal these days, but I’ve pecked at my keyboard a few times too and added a sentence here, a piece of dialogue there, to my stories.
I’ll never be able to lay them down to sleep for good. They’re simply enjoying a nap for now.
I had some reason, or some snarky comment to make at your expense before the post came up, but I have since forgotten it and will have to take this update and enjoy it to the best of my ability. The way it goes, I guess. 😛
Well, isn’t that the cat’s meow?!
I’m so very happy for you!
May your joys be breathtakingly great. May your pedestals be uncommonly small (except the one on which you are placed).
May new paths lead to seriously good writing.