Back in October, I moved out of my parents' home and into my own apartment. I moved away from my home state and into a new one. I quit my job and moved without a new one in place (not my brightest idea.). I'm still very much getting settled in my new home. 95% of my stuff is here, and I'm slowly making it mine. Most importantly, I'm writing again.
I used to write every day--blog posts, tweets, short stories, poems, novels in progress...etc, etc. I wrote all the time. When I started working, everything fell apart. I didn't know how to get my gears to keep rotating after I punched off the clock. I'm still learning how to do it, and here we are 4 years into the workforce.
I'm working on a new project. It's a new incarnation of old ideas, new characters and new viewpoints. It's a new voice, and I'm in love with it. Every scene is holding my attention, and, even though it's not coming as fast as I'd like it too, I feel like it's just gathering momentum.
Jenn and I have been having writing parties--talking about characters and plot points, headcasts and playlists, agents and publishers, everything from A-to-Purple-- and it's been incredibly helpful.
I feel that it's important to have writing buddies -- they keep your brain on track, constantly thinking about writing in one way or another. They make amazing sounding boards when you're stuck, and they rarely hesitate to tell you to get your butt back in the chair and get to work. But at the same time, they're the first to tell you to take a break and play a game, watch a movie, etc. Writing buddies are your cheerleaders and your drill sergeants. (And sometimes, your partner in crime...)
I'm so grateful to have the writer friends that I do -- talented and a little bit scary. Make some cookies for your writer friends today, they deserve them.
(No, I'm not making you guys cookies. I suck at baking. I'll make you grilled cheese though.)
~~back to work,