“As I write this, I’m at 3415 words, but it’s entirely possible that I’m finished with the story when you read this.”
You know when words you say come back and bite you in the ass? Welcome to my life! 🙂
In my last writing update (November 11) I told you about a short story I’m writing, Late Night Poetry, and that’s when I wrote the words in the beginning of this blog post. Show of hands: how many of you think I was finished when you read that sentence? No one’s holding up their hand? Means all of you are right 😀
Everything just got to me the last quarter of the year: we had so much to do with the move and then settling in here in Sweden in a new town where we’ve never lived before. And then came Christmas.
So I’m still att 3415 words in Late Night Poetry.
Also: since I moved to Sweden something strange has happened. I’ve been a night owl all my life and it’s been a rule rather than an exception that I’ve been awake until at least 4AM. But here in Sweden, I find myself going to bed early, like 11PM and waking up before the morning birds. And while I don’t mind it, per se, it’s thrown off my entire writing routine. I used to start writing at around 8 or 9PM, but I can’t do that now with my new sleeping habits.
So when do I write?
This has thrown me off more than you can imagine, and thoughts like Who am I even anymore? is swirling around my head. I need to figure out a new routine…which is my goal for this week (and maybe next if one week isn’t enough).
So until I have any actual writing progress to report, here’s some picspiration from Late Night Poetry for you.
Tell me: have major changes to your life ever affected you in some unexpected ways?