Today I wrote a poem over breakfast. As I showered, I was tossing around ideas and suddenly one grabbed me. So, cup of coffee in one hand and pen in the other, I wrote the first draft. Yes, it’s rough and will need revising (ALL writing needs revising), but I’m happy with where it’s going. It’s the first new poem I’ve written in a long time, though my pal Pemberthy wrote a limerick earlier in the week. I’ve just typed the poem up and saved it, tweaking a little as I went.
The poem caps off a really productive week for me, after several months of slow progress. This week I’ve written first drafts of two 600 word stories, created Pemberthy’s new blog and this one (and written six posts between the two), written a 1000 word article for Buzzwords and had it accepted, along with a request for another, and written a new proposal for a book with an educational publisher .
I’ve also managed to keep up with my daily life – running a household, spending time with the kids, reviewing some books for Reading Time and aussiereviews, marking assignments for my tutoring job, and teaching part time.
When I list it all, I feel like I’m showing off, but I promise I’m not. So many writers I know do so much both in terms of writing and in their other lives. What I do see when I list it all is that I have had a successful week. This inspires me to keep going and also reminds me that when I’m firing I CAN juggle all these things.
Here’s to full weeks.