The Ebbs and Flows of a Year
According to my memoir log, I haven't worked on the book in almost a month.
Twenty-seven days, to be exact. I'm learning to accept that 2017 will probably not be the year I complete my next draft. But completing the first hundred days of this blogging challenge has proven that I can make room for daily writing in my life, regardless of how busy, tired, uninspired or depressed I feel.
Maybe in 2018 I'll push myself to work on the memoir each evening, instead of typing up these blog posts. Right now, though, the blog posts feel right. The current pace of my memoir progress feels right. Everything is unfolding in its own time.
That said, I'm feeling pulled back in the book's direction. And that seems to be the way of passion projects in my life. They circle like strong currents, toward and away, as if pushed and pulled by unseen forces.
The drawback to these currents is that they tend to pick up little barbs and brambles. Nits and neuroses. Whirlpools of trapped energy. But I'm learning to recognize these and deal with them as they come.