Time

Wow, I can't believe a week has passed since my last post. This whole year has been so quick and now, it's autumn. Well and truly. I stayed for a short time in the US when I was younger and just loved this season over there - I will forever be haunted, not by Halloween ghouls, but by the perfect pumpkin pie that I tasted in Cincinnati... I've tried to re-create the culinary joys but it's just not the same. So feeling cosy with cinnamon and a crochet blanket is what's going on for me today.
But my other theme, time... it's a real killer for a writer sometimes. I am a deadline kinda gal and unless a story is really flying along, I won't get truly into it unless I set myself one (maybe Lacey and I should set one for each other!- see yesterday's blog). Or the other thing that helps - incentives... for example, if I finish this blog by 10am, I can have a lovely big mug of fresh coffee to celebrate - now I will do just about anything for a good cuppa coffee, so that's always a good one!
When I am in the writing zone, there is never enough time - it slips past like clouds scudding across a windy sky and I can never quite keep up or catch it - if I am really into a storyline, hours can pass like seconds - that's how absorbed I can get. At the other end of the scale, however, staring at an empty page, ideas backing up and squirming about just out of reach, stretches time into its most unbearable state. Like an event horizon, never ending. But, I am stubborn and just sit. What I should learn to do is leave well alone and go out and do something nice, like get that lovely big mug of coffee and continue my quest for the elusive pumpkin pie - and for now, friends, that is exactly what I'm going to do!
Thanks so much for stopping by,
Tabitha x