Like many in the world, I find myself working from home these days. While I did not think myself a work from home type of soul, I’m adjusting to a new timetable and way of doing things. I feel that it will be a healthier path for me, ultimately, but it has required some adjustments. One of the things that has suffered has been my writing routine. While I’ve carved out a few hours each Sunday to write blog posts (or not, if you’re a regular follower of this blog, you know there are weeks when it just doesn’t happen), I have yet to identify the ideal quiet time within my work week or even weekend to write creatively and work on my WIPs.
It’s sad, I miss my characters and I am at the point where I cannot contain the story lines that are popping up in my head throughout my life. They are like demons that must be exorcized. So I’m using this blog post to consider when in my regular schedule may be a good time to start trying out.
I have a confession to make. Since I finished Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah a week ago, I have been unable to settle into a new book. I started or picked back up previous books that I have started to no avail. It’s been a bit intimidating to pick my next treasure from my shelves and I’m not sure exactly what’s up.
Last week, I started reading Rat Bastards: The South Boston Irish Mobster who took the rap when everyone else ran. I received it as a Christmas present and I was missing the person who gave it to me, so I cuddled up in the nook of my sectional couch and started reading it. Later, I’d discuss it with him, providing both of us some much-needed levity to our days. It warmed my heart; you all know I love talking about books! The fact of the matter is that books can bring us together in a lot of ways, even in quarantine.