A little more than a week ago I set some goals for myself. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/sandratayler/101231.html) I’m pleased to report that I’ve done a pretty good job of sticking to them. Not as much of the writing ended up in here as I expected, but that’s okay because at least it is getting done. One of the differences I’ve noticed is that I’m much more reluctant to pick up books to read. I don’t want to fill my head with someone else’s story when I have my own stories that can be using the space to grow. I think I’ve been less stressed this past week or more, but the schedule has been so busy that it is kind of hard for me to tell.
Howard left for Linucon this morning. I intended to get up with him and visit while he was preparing for departure. I remember him rolling out of bed to take a shower, then he woke me up to say goodbye because it was time for him to walk out the door. I needed the sleep, but I miss him when he’s not here to talk to. Even more so now that he’s home all day.
Well, I’m off to take Gleek to preschool and Patches off to run multiple errands. Whee.
>One of the differences I’ve noticed is that I’m much more reluctant to pick up books to read. I don’t want to fill my head with someone else’s story when I have my own stories that can be using the space to grow.
I do that, too. The deeper I am in a writing project, the less willing I am to read someone else’s work.
I’ve always found the phrase “Captures the imagination” to be extremely evocative. If an imagination is captured by the creation of something else, then it isn’t free to create something new.
Sometimes I love having my imagination captured and other times I resist it.