Well things have been a bit mental here in Nallyland since I
last made a post back in... wow September! I have been a bad blogger.
Anyway, since September a lot has happened. My sister went
overseas to work on a cruise ship, I was revisited by depression, failed
NaNoWriMo for the first time ever, started dating someone, stopped dating
someone, lost my job, set myself up as a self-employed freelance writer, had a
death in the family, had a wedding in the family and had my sister return from
working overseas. So all in all it’s not like I’ve been sat doing nothing. Today
I decided though that it’s been far too long since I last made a post. It’s
been about 7 months in fact (I am in fact screaming about that inside. I feel
so bad!). There’s so much I want to write about and share with you all but it
would take so many words for me to tell you that you’d stop reading before
being a quarter of the way through.
I know that I’ll come back to some of these things in later
posts, specifically the whole freelancing thing and the depression. I will say
this though, depression isn’t one of those illnesses that once you get over it,
it never comes back like with chicken pox. It comes back. It almost always
comes back. And I’ve started to feel like I’m living my life looking over my
shoulder waiting for the next bout of the stuff. So far I’ve been lucky in that
although it came back it wasn’t as bad as it used to be. I’m not stuck, curled
up in bed crying and unable to face the world. But I’ll tell you about that at
another point. And the freelancing, self-employment move... that’s going to
need a whole post to itself. I’m starting to wonder though whether I have the
motivation and dedication to do it. Then I realise that my dad will possibly
gloat if I turn around and say no, that’s it, I’m getting a normal person job.
So I have that pushing me onwards. It’s hard work though. Much harder than you’d
expect. Then again I’m an inherently lazy individual so it may just be me
thinking it’s hard when actually it’s fairly easy.
In the writer-ly news though, I’m still writing, still planning
and still editing. My projects are coming along swimmingly. I finally gave in
and bought Scrivener which I have to admit I do love. A lot. Feral Diaries is
still going through its edits and I admit I’m taking my time with it as it is
soooooo screwed up at the moment that it could in fact be better if I just sat
down and started over with the whole thing. But I won’t because I know that
there are some good bits in there and the whole thing can shine if I managed to
polish it up some more. Wolfe, the novel I started working on for NaNoWriMo, is
also being planned well and is almost ready for writing. I’ve been taking my
time planning this one too, fitting it in around my freelancing projects and
other personal projects. I did write about 5,000 words of it during NaNo but
they were pure crap so I’m just going to delete them and start fresh with the
story properly planned out.
I also found some notes on old stories that I worked on
several years ago, stories that began writing, in fact, before I realised that
writing is what I wanted to do with my life. The stuff in there is fairly good
too. Not amazing and not my best work but I can see where my mind was going
with them. Now I just need to finish planning them and I can begin actually
writing them.
I’m feeling motivated again, imagining and thinking of all
of the things that I want to do with my stories once I’ve finished them
properly. I’ve got my eyes on the finish, the end prize. But I enjoy the
journey, the strange twists and turns I take to reach the end product. And if I
ever stop enjoying the journey and start seeing it as a chore....
Well I want you to tell me to stop writing and go and get a
normal person job. At least for a little while.
Because let’s face it. I’m not a normal person.
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