Two days into the return to writing; it’s a different sort of task. The biggest change was yesterday, when I was nearly finished, then my youngest Skyped; The Burrito was especially charming, but I wasn’t quite done! My husband took over the conversation, yet I could hear them, even with the door closed.
Nothing like trying to concentrate on plot when the most adorable little chap is babbling. When I felt the scene was complete, I rushed to where that trio was chatting, catching a bright smile, that could and did take me away from the words.
That’s going to be a new concept within my life as an author. Grandkids seem to take precedence.
They certainly do with the quilting, but that’s easy to pick up, then set aside. But now as I’m back to the early 1960s, within a realm filled with hawks, art, and grace, I’ll have to learn to balance paragraphs with descendants. But some sort of tightrope walking will be achieved, because two days of writing have felt like coming home. Yet a new element has been introduced, that of how this novel has broken itself into manageable chunks. And in beginning yet another, I have to wonder if the next 60,000 (or so) words will handily mete themselves into yet another part. Part Six, as yes, I’m counting, but maybe Part Six will be shorter, or lengthier, than the previous parts.
That of course remains to be seen. For now, I’m ever so pleased to be back in the authorial saddle, as it were. In fact, I wish I could excerpt a little of yesterday’s work, but to do so would present a spoiler, and that wouldn’t be fair to those who await Part Three. But I will say that the flow seems unhindered, if not a wee bit truncated; chapters are averaging around 2500 words. But that’s fine, no need to rush into some 5K behemoths right off the bat. It’s enough to juggle grandkids within the work.
But the work has commenced, and thanks be to God for that! Plus the Giants swept the Diamondbacks, hehehe. Now if we can just take the series with San Diego, and maybe those Dodgers lose a couple, this writer would be over the moon. In the meantime, there is a wall hanging to bind, laundry on the line, and more plot over which to ruminate. Ah plot; just shake, write, repeat. There’s truly not much more to it than that, when the timing is appropriate. Again thank the lord it’s finally time….