Slow start, but still, it moves.

I remember once telling an interviewer in jest that I thought I became a writer so I could name things, but it sounds about right. I’ve been taking my work in little chunks lately–the holiday season is a tough beast to tame. It needs a steady hand, so the work is more of a framework this time of year to structure the day around.

And yet, things do eventually cross my desk, going from idea to paper, and from there into the “cabinet of awesomeness.” (Rolls eyes-you gotta put ideas in the cabinet before you can pull them out.)

I’ve been naming things this last week: ideas disguised as characters, the human condition concealed in the plot, wishes hidden among the world building–and there’s a new ream of paper starting to grow in my cabinet. Just a few pages so far, but it moves. It won’t move fast as this is not front burner, but back, but still it moves.

 

P.S. Mr. Gnome is making a good impression of me in his winter cap, surrounded by paperclips, sticky notes, and colored pencils as I sit and think beside a Christmas tree, (which right now, symbolizes that life keeps moving, so you’d better keep moving with it and fit the work in when you can.)