There is a new space in the house; a new (old) desk, with soft light from a window. I’m seated there now. At my feet, a sleeping fox terrier. Picture perfect writing space if I do say so myself.
The beauty of a husband who works in a creative industry is he understands The Slump. He was the one who suggested I desk hunt, and open scrivener again. Write more of the story I have in my head. Turns out there was less story than I thought. What with a change in computers, an update and a healthy dose of neglect, all that remained was around 200 words. There rest, lost. My husband had the good grace to only mention backing up once. That I heard anyway.
So now I begin again. As I said to Hubby, can’t have been much of a story if I neglected it. I have a new one brewing. This time though there will be actual planning. There will be closed doors and writing. I will learn to save the editing for later. Get ideas down, mould words afterwards. No point in a perfect sentence if there are only three of them.
Before I begin there will be a proper learning of software. I will spend time doing tutorials. I will remember to backup. I will shut off emails and twitter, facebook and the phone.
But most of all I will write. For me. But also to be read. I hope. Because writing is all good and well, but it is, at the end of the day for sharing.