December First

What happened to the month of November? Really. What happened to it? I remember November coming in, then I remember Thanksgiving, and now it’s the first of a brand new month. December.

Looking back, there isn’t much I can point to and say, “This (or that) is an accomplishment.” Most events for November are blurred together, and, except for Thanksgiving Day, very little truly stands out…except for the gloom of gray skies and rain. Just like today.

I think I can actually count the writing projects I’ve contributed to during the past month on one hand. This makes me feel rather like a failure. Yes, I can come up with reasons as to why the word count has been so horrific, but it doesn’t make me feel better.

Part of me believes, quite firmly, I should already be settled and should be finishing up everything I’ve been previously working so diligently on. The truth is: I haven’t figured out a writing routine at all! And, with Christmas fast approaching I don’t expect to get one down until well into February of 2016.

The Husband says most of the gloom and doom I’ve been feeling of late is due to the gray and the wet with the absence of a sun/grow light, which does help me combat these sorts of days. If the sunlight bulb would help, I’ll make sure and have one by the end of the week, but, where to put it, especially since this isn’t my house and I can’t put one in each light fixture of the house, which is what part of me is screaming.

About the only thing I’ve really been consistent about is reading and knitting, and playing Shadows of Mordor and Destiny.

Maybe I should try writing parts of the stories by hand again. Maybe this will boost the word counts.


About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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2 Responses to December First

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    It’s easy to have a routine if your life is routine. From the spate of posts here in the last few months, that has not been so. So why flagellate yourself over your inability to react to whatever life throws at you with “hmmm . . . I should never let life upset my routine, no matter how urgent its demands”? True, if you wait out all of life, you’ll never get any writing done, but there’s a sweet spot or two in between those extremes.

    I’ve had to devote my last three months to taking care of an elderly parent’s multiple transitions. My daily routine was completely disrupted. Only now can I settle down and rebuild. Do I regret the missing time, bemoan the lack of progress, etc, etc.? Sure. But I hung onto the essentials, things I had to do, and even squeezed in beginning a story, as much as relief from the sudden demands placed on me as a commitment to writing.

    What’s useful is to look back at what I lost and think about what’s important. It’s easy to waste time, and sometimes even necessary. But I’ve come out of this hoping I can do a better job or using my time, if only because I’ve seen how valuable it is when I don’t have much free time.

    So maybe it’s time to sit back and think about how you spend your time these days, what it says about your priorities, and figure out which adjustments you need to fit time spent to priorities. And set yourself some intermediate goals, too. Don’t make this a success/fail type of scheduling, because you’ll feel guilty about every time life gets away from you.

    Then, of course, maybe everything I’ve just said is irrelevant to your predicament. Or something in between. (No success/failure dichotomy needed or wanted here.) So consider accordingly.

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