I’m gonna be out on the countryside, house sitting, all of next week. Mom’s watching my apartment for me, and all the plants will be watered.
This weekend I’m going to be at a workshop with the metaphor wrestling folks, and just dive head first into how to organize and work with this weird and wonderful format we are creating.
In other words, I’ll probably have some really good creative time a head of me. I’m really looking forward to just more or less hiding out in nowhere, and writing. Just me and the dog that comes with the house.
I think it’s one of the most neglected parts of my writing, the need to be alone. I’m very social (those of you who know me IRL know this for a fact) and when I work with spoken word I almost write better under stress and in company of others, but when it comes to prose I need to focus and be alone. I don’t have an aim for how much I’ll write the coming week, and I don’t even know what I’m going to work with, but I do know that it’ll be a good way to kick start my prose writing for this year, I haven’t been able to sit down and just work with text for a while now.
Hopefully I’ll get started with a bit more background work on the dystopian novel I’m working on. I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the romcom/revenge/magic realism madness that I worked with this autumn, that one just got way out of hand. It’s one of those things that happens with manuscript. A couple of days off focus and suddenly your characters are going mad all over the pages and doing things you never planned for them to do.
Wish me luck, and I’ll see you on the other side, hopefully with a report on how wonderfully well it all worked out.