I think things are settling down a bit in my personal life, which means that things can settle down in my writing life. Not that I’ve gotten any closer to establishing a routine…
That’s okay, though. Finding a writing routine was easier before my husband lost his job. With him out of the house, it was easy to find quiet time to write. Now he’s around. All. The. Time. For a while it was driving me nuts. Well, it still is, but I’ve gotten used to it. And I’ve been able to develop a way to ignore him but still make him think I’m paying attention to him. This makes both of us happy.
I wrote two short stories a while back, and the characters won’t go away quietly. I’m thinking the only way to get them to shut up is to turn their stories into novels. And I think it could work. I pulled out a notebook to start putting some ideas down and sketching out plot lines. The thought of these two stories becoming bigger has me totally energised and excited.
Then there’s the stuff from my mother-in-law and her boyfriend from WWII. Thoughts of their history are rattling around in my brain. I’ll just let the rattling continue; I have no doubt that it will start forming into something more concrete. I don’t want to force it. So I’ll just let it percolate. And now I have two potential projects to keep me busy during said percolation (is that even a word?), so it’s not like I’ll be at a loss for something to work on.
In addition to that, I have my writing challenges to keep me busy. Both the Round of Words challenge and the 12 Short Stories challenge are going well. And writing regularly in my journal is becoming more of a habit, and I’m noticing the beneficial effects for my mood and state of mind with that. It helps me ignore my husband, but not in a rude way, that makes any sense.
So all in all, things are going well and progress is being made. This makes me happy. And although he doesn’t know it, this makes my husband happy as well.