Since my post yesterday called Writing and the Internet, I’ve received several “goodbye” emails and a couple of comments that indicated the writer thought I was announcing the closure of this blog.
I must apologise for this misunderstanding as closing this blog is the furthest thing from my mind. Whilst I have finally pulled far enough back from the internet to safely say I am no longer addicted to it, I would be lost without it and couldn’t turn my back on it completely. Not yet anyway. Besides, what would I do to fill my days when I’m at work? 😉
My post was actually saying that the intense writing schedule I’ve had for the last five weeks has seen a change in my writing routine. I’ve spent that five weeks writing regularly. I’ve shared an experience with another writer, which has reawakened the writer in me and I am now ready to move seriously along the road to publication again. I’ve said this before, but I fear I’ve done more talking about writing than actual doing it in recent years. The past five weeks has seen me step over the line. I now stand on the writing side, rather than the “talking about it” side. It feels good because I have learned that I can write to a deadline, I can come up with ideas, feedback (good and bad) is accepted with ease, I no longer fall in love with the setting or characters and can delete either without being traumatised, and, more importantly, I did this at a time when life issues could have seen me falling apart. However, I haven’t fallen apart, and my writing is a big reason for that.
No, this blog isn’t going anywhere, but I will be putting regualar writing time before this blog from now on, because I’ve discovered I don’t need the internet as much as I thought I did. I do, however, need to write.