Two weeks ago Sebastian arrived in our world and as all parents (or witnesses of parenting) will know, he’s turned it upside down. In a wonderful way, but completely and utterly nevertheless.
I do want to get back to my regular blogging soon – I miss the challenges and camaraderie of the Friday Fictioneers and InMon, and the routine of writing here or elsewhere every day. I have had to put down NaNoWriMo for this year – I expected I would, but I wanted to keep the option open in case he was a couple of weeks late and I was waiting around in need of distraction.
But in the meantime, I’m practising my creativity in other ways. Like making up new verses for Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (stars are so passe – Sebastian and I deal in bats, prawns, the sun and a wide variety of sea creatures) and stories about the wind to entertain my little boy in the middle of the night. None of it is ever going to leave the walls of my house, and it’s certainly not the beginnings of my JK Rowling-esque rise to stardom, but it keeps my brain ticking and gives me something to do in the wee small hours.
How do you write when you can’t write? When do you exercise your creative brain away from pen and paper, or keyboard and screen? And anyone want to place a bet on whether I’ll make it back to FF / IM this side of Christmas?!