I think it’s fitting that I’m born in the month named for the god of beginnings.
I love change. I love new ideas, new initiatives. Which is great when I see that I need to formulate new action plans to get to my desired results. Not so great when I know the course direction is straight ahead, and the pace is slow and steady.
I’ve been working on my current Work in Progress for some time now. It was my NaNoWriMo story, and though I’ve only been shaping it since November, I’d been thinking about it for some months before that. I even thought that I could write one story before November, and write another one for NaNoWriMo. Easy, breezy.
So, in September, I did attempt to write this story. And then, 10,000 words later I stopped, feeling too discouraged to continue.
Then, I decided to re-plot this story.
Each time I had a different history. Different characters. Different worlds. Different story.
Then, October rolled around, and I decided to plan out my story, scene by scene because this time, I was not only going to start a novel, but also finish one.
And I did. And I’m happy. Believe me.
But I’m also tired of it. I admit it. I have other random story ideas that I’ve dutifully written down, and have neglected in favor of writing and finishing this one. I’ve kept my head down, and continued scribbling on the Hot Mess, though the want for something new and shiny is always there, clamoring for attention just outside my consciousness. (I hear the waves breaking against the shore from the setting of another story as I type this blog.)
I know that I need to continue to do what I know was successful, in order to sustain the change that I want to make in my life. I need to look behind, to what has passed, for perspective, so that I can look ahead and press on down my path.
But Tell Me: Would pursuing some of those bright, shiny story ideas be such a bad thing at this point? What would YOU do?