Can't talk for long, but I wanted to stop by and say hi real quick before I get to work for the day. That was supposed to be the plan for yesterday--writing and whatnot--but the sun came out. I make it sound like a big deal because it kind of is. Most of last week and the first part of this week was blustery and dreary, so not much outdoor time for me because the horses were nutty and I was overwhelmed. But this is pretty much how it's going to go from here on out until it's too snowy or icy to do safely: I'm going to jump at the chance to get outside and on a horse. If anything, the Polar Vortex last winter and almost six months of bobsled run footing (=no riding) taught me to store these good days up like a greedy chipmunk.
Did that chipmunk analogy work? No? Then go ahead and fill in your own. Something about hoarding would be nice, thanks. You're good at this!
The good news? I survived last week. A birth with a doula client, the passing of a dear pony friend, and a wedding tied my sanity up in a pretty little bow. And that's not even going into the rest of the everyday life stuff that just doesn't stop coming even when you'd like to come up for a breath. But I did it. I even got some writerly tasks done for other deadlines, which gives me hope. A few years back when I lost my other horse, the grief crippled my creative mind for months in the most horrid case of writer's block. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be where I'm at right now. In fact, as soon as I sign off here, I'm diving into revisions for my next two releases (hopefully), the anthology, and looking at some excerpts from two of my critique partners. That, to me, is a good sign.
For now, I'm taking things one day at a time, and kicking my heels up when I can. Just like this.
Did that chipmunk analogy work? No? Then go ahead and fill in your own. Something about hoarding would be nice, thanks. You're good at this!
The good news? I survived last week. A birth with a doula client, the passing of a dear pony friend, and a wedding tied my sanity up in a pretty little bow. And that's not even going into the rest of the everyday life stuff that just doesn't stop coming even when you'd like to come up for a breath. But I did it. I even got some writerly tasks done for other deadlines, which gives me hope. A few years back when I lost my other horse, the grief crippled my creative mind for months in the most horrid case of writer's block. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be where I'm at right now. In fact, as soon as I sign off here, I'm diving into revisions for my next two releases (hopefully), the anthology, and looking at some excerpts from two of my critique partners. That, to me, is a good sign.
For now, I'm taking things one day at a time, and kicking my heels up when I can. Just like this.
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