So I have decided to work on my fantasy novel as my main concentration for now while I do researching/editing on Picture of the Past (the novel I just finished) as more of a side note. Mostly because – well – one, because I am actually having more fun writing the fantasy novel than I did Picture of the Past! I feel like it is just flowing more naturally. We’ll find out when we view both completed products though, right? Although they couldn’t possibly be two more different books unless I wrote horror, which I don’t. Seriously – a tragic romance set on the Oregon trail about a girl finding herself vs. a divorced man traveling to another dimension and going through a series of adventures, during which he . . . figures out who he is . . .ooooh – yes, yes I guess I do have a trend with my stories. Oh, well. Most people do. 🙂
Anyway, but also because I want to have a repertoire of finished draft stories on my hard drive that I can be working on at all times and have available for samples when the day finally comes that I start seriously trying to get published.
I am alone this weekend – Daniel is gone camping, but the introvert side of me desperately needed this. I don’t even mind that it is rainy. It is kind of awesome to sit here on the couch and watch the rain come down while I type out a random blog post and listen to Michael W. Smith’s beautiful worship music.
It is a strange life, here, in some ways. I feel the need for time alone a lot because – well – I am never alone. I am with coworkers most of the time, especially on travel, and then with my husband when I am at home. Much as I adore my husband and hate being apart from him, he can usually tell when I need time alone because I start getting antsy and indecisive and generally irritated for no reason. Yet, at the same time – despite needing time alone – sometimes I get kind of lonely too. Lonely for a friend, that is. I have one friend out here – and she is 30 minutes away in good traffic and has a baby. I have 4 other people I would consider good friends, two of which live in Colorado, one of which lives in Mississippi, and one of which lives in Canada. Yup. Canada. As lovely as it is to have good enough friends that we are still friends despite living states (and countries!) away, we all have busy lives and don’t talk nearly enough. I miss you dearly, girls!
Sometimes, I would just love to have a friend to randomly go out with me for coffee or wine or to the library, and sit and chat and shop, and get manicures, and talk about writing and reading. But if I really want a friend out here, that means making a new friend – and I hate the thought of that more than not having anyone to go to coffee with. It seems the less I talk to people (outside of work) the less I want to. I think I am more introverted than I was before I went to college. And that is saying something!
Okay – I am sure this post is long enough to glaze your eyes over, so if you got this far, I am impressed. Thanks for always letting me ramble!