I can’t believe it’s a week since I last sat down to write my blog. The older I get, the quicker time seems to fly by. I’m so busy getting through the days that when I look up, it’s the weekend again and I’ve achieved…nothing.
When I’m writing, I usually get to the last quarter of the book and finally ‘know’-what’s going to happen, how it’s going to happen and exactly how the story will end. Plotters will scream at the very thought, but as a true Panster, that’s how I do it folks! Anyway, at this exhilarating point, I want ‘real’ life to stop so I can go and write the story 24/7 until I’m done. Unfortunately, with 4 kids I just can’t. It makes me grumpy and frustrated, but I have to remind myself that ‘real’ life is actually the important part and that I should participate in it-albeit reluctantly.
I’ve always had a deep inner life. I can happily day dream my way through anything. I used to think that everyone had characters inside their heads shouting out their stories-apparently they don’t. Only other writers understand that the paper people become real once you let them out onto the paper.
I have a gazillion stories waiting to be written. I only have 24 hours in a day. Sometimes I worry that I’ll never get them all written. Sometimes I worry that I’m missing out on ‘real’ life pursuing a dream. What to do?
In the real world-after deciding that caution and ‘thinking things through’ was the way to approach the whole financial mess of getting another house thing, Mr Kate and I saw a fantastic property today which managed to encompass all our dreams-(apart from the price which was more in the realm of nightmares). Now we’re busy justifying why we might just have to have this place…
Last thought-any Georgette Heyer fans out there? Favorite book? Favorite hero/heroine? I’ll give you mine next blog