I am a sucker for nostalgia. I can spend an afternoon lost in memory as well as anyone. In fact. there were several years when I spent as much time pondering the past, being thrust backwards by smells, sights, locations, a gust of wind, than I spent in the present.
It isn’t healthy, really, spending all that time in remembering, regardless of the cleverness of experiencing the old emotions. That longing only serves itself, and that sort of selfishness can consume everything around it.
When I find myself slipping again, taking another slow meander through my mind, it requires a great deal of effort to push myself up and out. I must be deliberate and sharp. I refocus on my present, the wonderful people that fill my current life with so much joy and potential. The past is past, and I do no one any good in lingering there.
It’s December already? Time once again for the monthly gathering of the Insecure Writers Support Group, offering another chance to write about what plagues us, our successes, offer encouragement and be all around good people. Check out the site, then join in if you’d like.
It seems like yesterday I was in NYC, in my hotel room writing my blog using my phone (which I won’t do again). It was an epic trip, if you were wondering. I can never get enough of that place. Now, November is over, my novel is not finished, and it’s really cold in Salt Lake City.
I’m surprisingly okay with the 1st draft not being complete. Losing those 6 days made more of an impact than I expected. Rather than struggle through days, writing 1000’s of words I wouldn’t like, pages that would need to be cut or completely rewritten, I chose to keep focused, reach reasonable and manageable word goals, picking my sanity over 50,000 words. I did get close to 35,000, and will most likely complete the draft this week. All in all a good month. I am calling this a success. I’m happy with my efforts. The way I choose to see it, I will have completed three novels in three years. That is something to be excited about.
Now, if someone knows an agent and wants to lend me a hand…wink.
See you all next month.