I started the weekend by agreeing to participate in a monster writing weekend with AJ Rose and Kate Aaron. I did pretty well until Sunday morning, when I looked at the WIP and said, “Hell, no! Need a break.”
I have come to the conclusion that if I force myself to write, all the fun goes out of it. So today (Sunday), I’m kicking back. I took more photos and processed several of them this morning. Then I plugged in my iPod and danced around the room for a while, followed by a tasty omelet for lunch. Tonight, I’m having dinner at R’s, followed by the next-to-last episode of this season’s Game of Thrones. I’m hoping for more fireworks, ’cause last week was great!
Am I writing at all today? Sure. But the big push is off. I’m writing because I want to, not to meet a word goal.
That being said, I did get a lot written Friday and Saturday, but I don’t want writing to turn into my job. You know, something I have to do rather than enjoy doing. Setting a word goal and driving blindly toward it doesn’t jibe with my writing style at all. So, thanks, AJ and Kate for revealing this to me. 😉 I’ll return to my former system with relief while watching your tremendous output with amazement.
Saw a couple new creatures over the weekend, and of course I had to take pictures. This is an osprey. First time I’ve seen one. He perched at the very top of the dead tree. It was cloudy at the time, which is why the sky is so dull and washed out, and I was a fair distance away. Not the best pic, but there is some detail.
Spotted this young fellow Friday night. I was looking out the windows at the canal and saw him picking his way along the opposite shore. I knew instantly he was a heron, but which kind? I looked him up: Little Blue. The pied blue indicates he’s a juvenile.
Last night, after busting my head at the laptop writing all day, I took a glass of wine outside at dusk, sat in a comfy chair with Suki beside me, and simply enjoyed doing nothing. Black clouds started pushing their way in from the gulf, so I went in for my camera and got this shot.
I realized something else this weekend. I achieved one of my most-cherished dreams when I moved back to Florida. I need to remember that by looking around more often. Work is necessary, writing quiets the voices in my head, but nature feeds my soul. It holds me in quiet thrall.
I need to explore more often, see what’s around that next bend. There is a lot to discover in this state; it’s very, very long. 🙂