One a scale from one to on… I reckon it’s on, blog family.
Last night as part of “Operation: get it together” I decided to pull out the remains of what I shipped from Australia. This means that I opened the second box sent by sea, two of two.
I’ve mentioned in the past how managing my work isn’t my strongest quality. Love spilling words, scowl over editing.
Never the less. As I flipped through the ten full writing books that popped out of the cardboard treasure chest I packed five months ago… I squealed.
While I’ve been all about novel rants lately, I’ve forgotten how many other projects that remain untyped. I spend enough time clacking keys – I quite value my time with ink.
Something worth adding to the equation, is that for many years I lived with someone who literally paid no mind to the volumes of inky pages lining the shelves of various abodes other than to comment, “Can you put those away?” So without saying to myself, “But… maybe I should, I don’t know, use some of this content?” Away they went.
I’ve made it through four books so far. In addition to pages of unpublished poetry, I have discovered thousands of words that can be spun into a collection of new projects and present projects.
While I will naturally continue to focus on “the novel”, coming across so many syllables I had forgotten about is teaching me not only about different directions to weave my words – it’s reminding me why I had to leave Australia, at least temporarily.
I’m in Connecticut for the long weekend, my favorite place to work. So on that note… back to it!