I am ashamed to say that I have only made an insignificant impact on my study. I can now make it easily through the door without having to step over anything, so clear path to the desk. I even removed the container of old clothes giving me more desk space. Unfortunately the entire surface of the desk is covered in some form of paper. Whether bits of writing, bits of editing, course work, magazines, filing. You get the picture.
The baby stuff finally goes this weekend. And I have some quality time booked with myself. It will be a good chance to clear things out and organise the space a little better. Having some time alone I plan to write, and read, as much as I can.
In the meantime I am scribbling away and trying my hand a little more poetry. Not so weird this time, just a bit of fun. It started with the first lines forming in that magic moment between awake and asleep and I had to get up and write them down. Thankfully I keep pen and paper beside the bed so I didn’t have to brave the study to be able to document my thoughts.
It is a very slow poem, in that it is taking it’s time to complete. Of a night when I get into bed I add another line or two, sometimes nothing but it is slowly coming together. I am not very practiced with poetry nor have much understanding of the different forms. I just write what seems to flow. Once I have it all together I can work on the rhythm. I may even share…or maybe not.
My scenes are coming together in my first draft and my visualisations of the environment and world building have certainly helped develop a richer story. I hope that I can provide the stronger plot as well. With all editing notes safely stowed (I have got to the point that I am tucking them into the laptop so I know exactly where they are) I can continue with the editing of my first story with confidence. I hope.
Happy Scribbling
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