It's been a fair few months since my last blog post, and once again, a summer has passed by with no comment on here - a trend that seems to repeat each year. It is a frustration, as on paper it seems the best time to write, but the summer is also the only time when I can go on holiday, the only time to work on those niggling DIY projects around the house, to clear and sort and tidy and plan, and to stop and take stock after a busy academic year.
However, the will is still there. In past years I wouldn't be writing at all, but at least now my focus is still on ideas. I haven't submitted to any competitions over the summer, but I have been planning, researching and sketching out ideas for longer projects which are genuinely exciting, and I have also been reading in preparation for returning to my studies later this year.
In sorting through old, half forgotten papers today, I found excerpts and scripts from projects that I cannot even recall. Appalling, mawkish narrative, contrived and hackneyed, but from a time in my life where writing was a necessity, rather than a luxury. For so many reasons, writing needs to become a default setting again. It needs to be woven into the fabric of my life. It is not going to be easy, but it needs to become a reality. I look forward to making room for it once more.
Writing took a back seat for several years, but this will not happen again. It simply cannot.
However, the will is still there. In past years I wouldn't be writing at all, but at least now my focus is still on ideas. I haven't submitted to any competitions over the summer, but I have been planning, researching and sketching out ideas for longer projects which are genuinely exciting, and I have also been reading in preparation for returning to my studies later this year.
In sorting through old, half forgotten papers today, I found excerpts and scripts from projects that I cannot even recall. Appalling, mawkish narrative, contrived and hackneyed, but from a time in my life where writing was a necessity, rather than a luxury. For so many reasons, writing needs to become a default setting again. It needs to be woven into the fabric of my life. It is not going to be easy, but it needs to become a reality. I look forward to making room for it once more.
Writing took a back seat for several years, but this will not happen again. It simply cannot.