Another late evening. It is almost nine o’clock and I am finally sitting down to write. I did start writing a story earlier this morning, but with my son around and things to do before school, and after the famous return from camp, I find that I no longer have the mental space necessary for writing.
The ideas don’t come to me, and when they do, they are half-formed and not really complete enough to publish. They remain half-thoughts jotted down for later.
The story I began this morning shouldn’t be rushed, and the first chapter of what may or may not eventually become a novel is still not ready for an audience. Instead, I am exploring my current state of mind.
I am thrilled to have my son around and so I am neither frustrated nor annoyed with my inability to produce the way I have produced to date, and I am conscious that when he returns to school next week, I will return to writing.
I have offered advice to my fellow bloggers recently about not forcing one’s writing, not chastising yourself when it just doesn’t come to you, so I am trying to live by my advice and do the same.
Instead, I am thinking about the fun things my son and I can do before school starts. So far, we have been to one museum and have spent an afternoon at a neighbour’s surprise birthday party. Tomorrow, we plan to bike to a boat rental place and rent two kayaks for a few hours of splashing around. And Thursday, we may go mountain biking in the nearby hills.
Perhaps our adventures will be fodder for weeks of blogging to come, and perhaps a diversion now and then is just as important as writing.