It’s been a crazy few weeks with this whole moving-house thing. Into our own house. Yeah. I’ll probably say that phrase about 500 more times before we sell it and move back up to Scotland. 😉 I’m often fond of tallying my many moves – this marks my 32nd that I can remember. Not because I love to move. I despise it, in fact. It always makes me feel unstable, and a little lost. I guess I like considering how many times I’ve survived it in the past, because I still have yet to feel like this is THE move. But for now, it’s a biggie.
On top of that, my writing time has been sporadic yet I’ve been burning with flames.. flames, on the side of my face.. breathing, breath – heaving… Okay. If you’ve never seen the movie Clue, you’ve missed out on this classic bit from Madeline Kahn (Mrs. White). A-hem. Yes, I’ve been on fire with things to write and thanks to some guy named Murphy and his law, that’s precisely when I’ve no time to do it.
That said, this past week a few friends – the kind I never see because I’m an ocean away – have been instrumental in helping me see I should not give up. Brad, Joy, and Kerry, thank you so much for the kind words. More than that, thank you for sharing your valuable time, and in some cases, own struggles with me. In general, I am so grateful to have wonderful CPs, and rad friends who might not write but don’t mind reading. 😉
In the midst of some recent annoying self-doubts, everywhere I’ve turned – the awesome writer blogs I follow, random devotional books dotted around the flat, a quote on a daily calendar my Mom thought to share with me – things keep jumping out that smack aside those doubts and tell me to just get on with it. So yeah… it’s been busy, but it’s been good, I think.
I hope your October is off to a great start, and if you’re a fellow writer, get those NaNo plans in place! 🙂