I love my weekends. My little two-day vacations where I spend time with Guy and bake stuff or play in the dirt if it’s warm are much needed breaks to recharge and reconnect with reality. I guard them jealously. But three weeks away from my keyboard with only four days work sandwiched in there has left me overfull with ideas and energy, so much so that I’m quite honestly, a bit cranky. If I don’t put in some major work today, I will be surprised.
So, what did I accomplish in my “time off?” I solidified my next project in my mind as far as POV, tense, direction, and what I want to accomplish and what technique I want to try my hand at. I almost even have the time carved out for it to write it on spec, my favorite way to write. I got a new idea to chew on that is so nebulous that it will be three years before it has any cohesion, (but the kernel is there). Baked about five dozen cookies, knitted two mini-scarves for my new gargoyles, saw two movies at the theaters, and probably six on TV, decorated and mostly undecorated the house, visited with family out of state, visited with friends in state, and spent some time with Thing One before he heads out to play in the sandbox. I’ve got enough grist for my creative mill for a while, thank you, very much, and am feeling a little full. I’ve been using my work as a creative outlet for almost fifteen years, and without it, I get . . . cranky. Or so Guy says.
Movies . . . Sherlock Holmes was enjoyable. I liked seeing the steam-punk themes which I think is going to be more popular in the future in literature. It might be the next big thing, but my writing doesn’t lean that way right now, so I’ll concentrate on my strengths. Seeing a more realistic Holmes was fantastic.
Avatar. This one surprised me, but not in the story, which was exactly what you expect, (it’s a fairy tale with evil huntsman, a princess, and a damaged hero who is mended. An old story, but no less enjoyable for that.) The beauty in the story was how it was put together. Breathtaking. I’m waiting for the sequel. They will be back. It takes what, five and a half years to get there? Eleven years, just enough time for a youngling to show up, and for the main characters to grow into their new roles. I’ll be there.
Work front: I’ve got two weeks to finish this bad boy. Two weeks, and just over a hundred pages to go. Snap, crackle, pop! It’s going to be close.