This post is a little late and I apologize for that – vacation is messing with my sleep schedule. Meaning my parents insisted I turn off all my alarms and don’t get woken up until after eight on weekdays. Weekends are insane for me when I’m not out of bed until seven, so this is an adjustment.
With the whole vacation thing l I haven’t had leftover time to think about this week’s blog, so we’ll be winging it today. It is guaranteed to have some of those rambling-journal feels with no structure. Good luck to us all!
While you read, enjoy these images of what all of Norway looks like. This is the essentially what surrounds me out of the house (okay, maybe you have to drive a little, but you can always see it in the distance!). You might use words like majestic and beautiful. I look at these mountains and think “highly elaborate and sure, somewhat attractive prison cells” with color schemes of grey and darker grey with a little green thrown in.
Writing on vacation has simultaneously been exactly as hard as I feared and also a lot easier than expected. I have failed at some things but not others. One thousand words of Spiralling every day, for example; done! Also one thousand words of Valentine & Maxwell every day? Epic fail. I have written five hundred words. Total.
On the to-do-list was also to read some things for my lovely and talented friend Sonya Lano (her book I, Ruin comes out on the 16th and everyone should be insanely excited, especially if you love dark romance!), but I keep messing up on that, too, and have barely managed to read a single word. There’s also Shattered Dreams by Ulff Lehmann that I’ve only had time to read the first chapter of, and as excited as I am to continue, that keeps getting shoved to the back-burner, too.
Not doing all the things I’m supposed to is stressing me out. Vacations are supposed to be relaxing, aren’t they? So I’ve been told. Personally, I miss the stability of home that guarantees I at least get all my writing-things done, if not the reading-things. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying my holiday. Everything just feels very wrong when I’m not doing all my writing and reading. You know, the stuff I’m truly passionate about and consider my real work.
Today I have no plans, for the first time in a while. My parents have no plans (I think, they’re very vague). I might manage to make some progress with Valentine & Maxwell and prepare my Spiralling submission for Wednesday Critique group. Maybe after that I can even write 1000 new words on Spiralling. But all those are big maybes; guess we’ll just have to see what happens.
I’m too panicked about everything I need to get done to make this post longer or better, and you have my sincere apologies for that. I’ve grown to enjoy blogging, and I don’t like doing it half-arsed, but sometimes circumstances decide for you.
I’ll leave off with one thing; when you spend so much time trying to find a good and productive writing schedule that fits with your life, you go a little crazy in situations where that schedule just doesn’t apply.
Do all writers vacation this well?
Happy weekend, people! If you’re in Prague, be sure to check out Prague Pride and get yourself, me and everyone you know a pretty rainbow button! I’ll be here, trying not to think about the fact that I’m not there.