Patience as a Gift

I have been back in Springfield for almost a month and guess how much I've written! None! Not one little word of my novel. And guess how much worry I have about it! None!

Settling back into the swing of things here in the States was about as unpleasant as I thought it would be, but I know it's all in the way I choose to look at it. So, with a bit of adjustment to the way I was looking at being here again, I feel I can flourish as much as I was in Ireland. Same thing with my writing. I will be seated at my computer and it will all come together and flow out when I create the space for it and I can either worry about when that will happen, or keep doing what I can to settle in at a natural pace and let it happen when it does.

With everything I collected and experienced and learned over in Ireland, I know this is not going to be a difficult book to write. My characters are strong and they tend to write their own scenes. But in order for their voices and experiences to flow through me, it helps to keep myself a clear channel for this to flow. Free of unnecessary negative self-chatter about what I'm not doing that I think I should be or what I could be doing better. I am doing the best I know how and will continue accomplishing that best. I give myself the gift of patience, which I know will in turn give the world the gift of this novel.

cheers