In these past six weeks or so, I have taken great strides in addressing my personal interests and health. I suspected I would experience renewed vigor as E began PreK, and I was right.
I have more time to pursue those activities I had been fantasizing about pretty much since E turned two.
I’ve gotten back into running, slow to start as it has been years since I last ran a mile but I’m quickly averaging 10 miles weekly; intermittent running, respectively.
I’m able to work on my house at leisure as opposed to odd bursts of renovation progress depending on how well I could balance the work while caring for E.
I’m volunteering at E’s school library and I’m loving it.
I’ve knocked out two full-sized crochet blankets, in six weeks. That’s a record, even for me.
I’m cooking more balanced meals for me and my family as I’m under less pressure to crank out dinner while a toddler seeks to demand my every second.
I’m thinking about joining a book club, I’m still researching groups. I’m really excited about this as I never thought I’d have the time.
And yet, ironically (or so it seems to my regular readers), my blogging has taken a dive. Couple of thoughts on that. First, blogging is not my primary form of writing. My writing is my true passion and hobby. So long as I’m writing, I’m happy and meeting my personal goals. Second, the blog was always meant to be a true-to-life record of my writing style in order to attract like-minded individuals and, yes, agents. Yuck. (I hate admitting that, but it’s the truth.)
Frankly, I’m thrilled I have this time to myself and all this renewed energy at my disposal. So much so that when I think on blogging, it’s like thinking about a friend I tend to check in on once a month or so. I’m happy to oblige this friend and check-in and hangout, but it’s not going to be with frequency.
A brief update on my novel, Ruth. I toyed with the idea of converting the novel into a three-part YA novel. I even wrote out a chapter and on the surface, the conversion went well and showed promise. But I wasn’t happy with it. My brain struggled and fought against it. I decided not to fight my instinct. Nothing is wrong whatsoever with YA, I’ve enjoyed many a book from the genre, but it’s not for me.
More on the transition of Ruth, where I’m taking it and why, will come later. Currently, my focus is to get through the holidays and finishing up projects around my house. What is taking up most of my time these days is de-popcorning the ceiling. There is not one inch of ceiling in my home that wasn’t generously applied with the stuff. So far, two bathrooms, the laundry room, and a guest bedroom has been scraped clean, but goodness, there’s still so much more to do!