One Day for Writing

The year that was 2020, also know as the year that never was, ate a part of my soul. Anything that could go wrong went wrong and I’m still bloody lucky.

The year made me reflect, it made me angry, sad and everything else you could imagine. Greif and Joy make strange bedfellows.

A thousand years ago in 2019 I had made plans of things I was going to do with the site, how much writing I was going to do and research. All of that came to nought.

I did manage to finish my outline/first draft of my novel but that’s it. Output has been appalling generally.

Lately whenever I have attempted to start to write, no matter where I am and using whatever medium I have to hand, I still get disturbed. Then there’s the loss of flow and that’s the entire day, kaput. Maybe that’s my own fault and maybe that’s just an excuse.

The household has been advised when I sit to write I’ll be doing it in a certain space on a certain day of the week.

<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">I was once told that “the weekend is where your passions go to die” which in some ways is fair. However, I don’t have the luxury, energy or mental capacity to write after finishing work. and Saturday is filled with domestic obligations so here we are. Writing on a Sunday. A single day to cram all my creativity either with my novel second draft or a short story. At least I’m carving out a space in my life for this and it’s better than just letting it die.I was once told that “the weekend is where your passions go to die” which in some ways is fair. However, I don’t have the luxury, energy or mental capacity to write after finishing work. and Saturday is filled with domestic obligations so here we are. Writing on a Sunday. A single day to cram all my creativity either with my novel second draft or a short story. At least I’m carving out a space in my life for this and it’s better than just letting it die.

A bit of a tidy

When you don’t know what to do, comb your hair and clean your shoes.”

Making Money by Sit Terry Pratchett

I have been floundering with job and home stuff again and not being as productive creatively as I would like to be. My anxiety has ratcheted up a notch and depression is ensuring that there’s very little left to do essential stuff as well as creative stuff.

So today instead of getting creative I’ve done some tidying of the website. I needed a new logo as well so that’s done. The original logo was done by f1restart3rr before I knew what I wanted and what I wanted things to look like and while it’s not bad I think the new one encapsulates things a little better.

Anyway, please enjoy the clear out and rebrand. I’m still trying to figure out how to sort things properly with the short stories too but that is beyond me today.

Politics

If you are a frequent reader of my infrequent posts and stories you will see that I avoid a significant elephant in the room. That’s the elephant of politics.

It’s not that I don’t do politics. Even if a person doesn’t do politics, politics does them in one way or another. It’s more that I find that I’m scared to express opinions. Maybe scared isn’t correct word but it will do for now. Mostly I don’t want to deal with the hassle of right wing, homophobic, fascist, racist twits flooding my inbox.

It’s to do with a comfort of life but also because my opinions are nuanced, layered and open to change. I don’t want to make a statement that in five years is dragged into the light where I was incorrect and I’ve moved on but is still being held up as an example of what a horrible person I am/was.

I live in Scotland; I really like the government we have but I would also vote for independence.

This statement is to so many people an oxymoron their heads might explode. It might drive some people to come to my blog but then it would be less about my awful writing than about my own personal opinions on things.

The other thing is there’s a lot of topics that I am not educated enough to comment on. The BLM movement is an example. I am a white middle class woman in Scotland with no understanding of what it’s like to be a Person of Colour either in the UK or anywhere else in the world. I am in no position to have any opinion other than racism is awful, it should be stamped out. However, I can’t speak for other people and their experience. I can support the BLM movement and I can listen but nothing I read or hear can replace a person’s experience in biased and racist systems.

I keep my politics private; I keep it to myself, I keep it personal.

If after reading this post, you want to unfollow and hate me then that’s your deal and I have far too much of my own stuff to be bothering with yours too.

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