I didn’t mean for it to happen. My goal is to touch base at least once a week. But all of a sudden, I looked up and it’s been 18 days since I’ve written a post. That’s a new record.
Of course December is a hectic month for me (and everyone else in the world). Our business goes into overdrive this time of year plus I’m still recovering from the whirlwind of NaNoWriMo. When I put my novel to rest I said I wasn’t going to work on it again until January. Nonetheless, I never thought I was abandoning the blog until it just happened.
But I’ve missed it. I’ve missed the interaction with you folks. I’ve missed spilling my guts. I’ve missed writing.
I’m a creative person. All my life I’ve drawn and painted and sculpted. I can come up with crafts for any occasion. I’m even a decent singer. All of these things I do fairly well, but I don’t have a need to do them. I don’t wake up from sleep with an idea about a painting I must create. I don’t fantasize about traveling around the world singing on the stage.
My creative need is writing stories. This I know.
But, since I am letting my story and my brain rest (right), I have been playing at other outlets. Reading has been filling my evenings (Leigh Badugo’s Grisha Trilogy is delightful…look for a written recommendation in the weeks to come). I’m also knitting a jester’s hat, making jewelry and trying out new recipes.
I’m going to finish working on these things (some of them are Christmas gifts), but then I know I’m breaking my vow of silence. A month is too long to go without writing. Besides, I have it from a reliable source that Santa is putting Scrivener in my computer stocking. That alone is exciting enough that I know I can’t keep my words quiet any longer.
Happy Winter Solstice and any holiday that you celebrate this month.