Well. Well well well.

It has been some time since my last post. All I can say - or that I'm willing to say here - is that things at home have undergone a radical change and I needed to give myself time to deal with the fallout. I gave myself permission to take a break from all my writing, fledgling blog included, but have recently started up again. I am pleased that it has once again become enjoyable, instead of yet another source of stress. Writing has always been something I love, so the fact that it has resumed that status again is a relief.

One of my goals for this year is to be creative again. It's amazing how that has fallen by the wayside in the past, but it's a part of myself I have dearly missed and want back. Writing is part of that, and I'm happy to say I've been making good (for me) progress so far on fixing (ie, tearing apart and completely overhauling) my current WIP. It's coming so much more easily than it has in the past, which is really exciting, and since I changed the voice from third to first person, it's almost writing itself. Odd, how it needed that means of expression.

There are other projects on my plate as well, which I am very excited about. Once upon a time, I used to paint pysanky (Ukrainian Easter eggs) - mostly wooden eggs rather than real ones - and I've started working on those again, so expect future posts on them. Happily, I've finally got one design worked out that has been bugging me for some time. Can't wait to post pictures of it. : )

Singing is another project. I used to sing a lot, but have let it go in the last couple of years. It's something I need back - music is one of those things like breathing that I don't notice until it's not there anymore, and it kills me when it's gone.

Good things are coming. : )

Not Dead Yet; Writing Progress

I just feel like it. Have I mentioned how evil retail work is? It is. Very evil. Especially the crap hours. And the pay. And the customers. And the pay. And the hours. (Fingers crossed for tomorrow's interview.)

But I digress. Point being: not dead, just random. Thank you, jobs.

Despite the crappy work schedule, I have managed to get some writing done on work-in-progress #1, Rogues' Hollow (henceforth WIP:RH).* Which is awesome, because I have had the world's worst case of writer's block with this sucker for months. Like, 10 months. Maybe more. I lost count. However, last week (is it really only Tuesday??) I made a breakthrough and things have been flowing since, knock wood, turn around three times and spit.

I should explain: I've had the rough draft written for some time now, and make no mistake, it is rough. Frankly, it sucks. So I've been pulling the thing apart, tearing things down and rebuilding them for an age now trying to fix what's wrong and throw away the stuff that can't be fixed. It's been a great learning experience.

Because I'm ADHD, structuring anything, be it work, the novel I want to write, or whatever, is one of my biggest challenges. I've gotten really good at organizing at work, but it took years of practice. Writing? Ha. Even though I've known basically the story I want to tell, I have had an inordinate amount of trouble trying to put the thing together so that it works. (I'm sure this problem is not unique to ADHD, but trust me, that doesn't make it any easier.)

Then I got really, really lucky and found Holly Lisle's workshops for writers. I've been working with them for a couple of months now and absolutely love them. Maybe they're not for everybody, but they've really helped me break things down into manageable bits until finally, breakthrough. Here's hoping it keeps up. Shall I post progress reports?


*I actually have several WIPs all of a sudden. Here's the breakdown:
WIP:RH - Rogues' Hollow. Contemporary fantasy.
WIP:SC - Stupid Cupid. Murder mystery.
WIP:NB - The one with the French (Corsican) dwarf that doesn't have a title yet. Mangled history, but lots of fun.
WIP:HG - the Herb Garden. Not actually a WIP, but I do have a notebook devoted to it. Trying to design an herb garden to plant if spring ever comes to this forsaken wasteland of a state.