I’m suffering from a lack of discipline. I’ve learned the hard way that December is not a good month conducive to heavy or consistent writing output. I’ve not even gotten past 4K this month. Sad, oh so sad.
I admit the holidays was a huge distraction. So much so, that I left off in the middle of a scene, and now I have no idea where I was heading. No matter. Hopefully it will come back to me at some point.
I’ve come to the realization that when I am taking on a new endeavor–be it a hobby, or a new interest that sparks my attention, I immerse myself. My latest "thing" is journaling. I’ve tried several times over the years to keep a journal–either on paper or on the computer. They never seem to last for long, and they always turn into some sappy "he loves, me, he loves me not" type of entries. And I’m at a place where I am facing my mortality, and have the need to leave something behind to my children.
Add to that I’ve been back on the fountain pen kick. With my new Lamy Safari, I am really enjoying writing. To that end, I’ve taken on some new pen pals, and hope to reconnect with some old pen pals.
I expect this will impact my writing, but in a good way. Getting used to documenting my surroundings, journaling feelings, thoughts, and impressions can only help with the writing of fiction.
Looking forward to 2010.
