Things have been slightly crazy at work with a software deadline. But at least I’m finally feeling like myself after battling a cold.
The only causality is that I’m a little behind on my writing. I’m still trying to get a chapter ready for my critique group this weekend as well as stay on track for the novel revision.
This past weekend, I donated my living room and guest bedroom furniture to a single mother and her son. I was very glad to be able to help out someone in need.
Now coming home to a house of empty rooms seems weird. But already I’m thinking of things I could do to the space. Exciting ideas of new textures and colors. Many options to ponder.
Writing is a little like an empty room. You face a blank page to create a world. Ideas for characters and plot spring from the creative mind. Words form and a novel is born.
Since my work schedule is ridiculous it may be a while before I can turn these empty rooms into living spaces. That may be the same fate for my writing in the next couple of months.
But in the midst of my day job chaos I can still ponder. Just like my empty rooms, my blank pages will soon be transformed into a living story.
Karen, I hope things become a little less hectic for you soon! It’s good that despite your schedule, you’re still able to stay inspired (whether it’s to write or to redecorate). Good luck!
Great analogy!
I love that you gave your furniture to someone who needed it. Good for you :)
Anna: Thanks for luck. I’ll need it. The next two months will be a testament to time and stress management.
Jemi: It felt really great donating the furniture. The little boy was ecstatic about finally getting his own bed. He was so happy!