Dual purpose. The research, the practice, the everyday chore then becomes the novel. Eventually the book is written, eventually the work gets done. What is this for then? Am I hoping for blog post inspiration from this? Partly. And hoping to engage with nature writing in a small way, thinking about being outdoors even if not being in it. For the world is busy just now. In a creative way, one journal, once a day if I’m lucky and get a page complete before ‘Daaaaad’ is shouted somewhere and someone else is crying. It’s already happened three times in half a page.
But yesterday I picked up the creative writing book and wrote in it for the first time since the end of November. I wrote a story, one page, fast. It just came out but could be developed into a longer one for sure. The influence of Salem’s Lot (nearly finished) perhaps or maybe I’ve got the journaling right for now. Either way I’m scribbling as those two downstairs become more agitated…but not now as this is later. When will this story be written, I know not. Maybe that weekend K is away and I can knuckle down on it and write. Build now, create later.