Waving waves
Not much is happening right now for me when it comes to writing. Because of personal reasons I don’t find time to sit down and work on my WIP. That’s not a bad thing, it’s very ok. I think. It should be ok.
Well, maybe it’s even a good thing to let the new novel idea rest for a bit and see if I still like it after a week of not touching it. But thinking of it makes me kind of nervous.
I tend to be very excited when I have a new idea. (I mean I guess that’s normal. It makes sense, right?) Then I burn for it and write and write. It’s easy, it’s fun, the flow is flowing. It feels like an obsession sometimes. These days I have to force myself to go to bed and don’t frick up my sleeping rhythm too badly.
It feels like a wave, and I am taking it. I normally don’t try to slow down. I try to avoid breaks. Because those early excitements will end eventually. I know that. The ocean will calm down.
So, I take the early wave and try to get as far as I can.
But well, not now. I cannot. Now I am standing on the beach, staring at the waves in front of me. The shiny, inviting blue. It's waving to me, and I wave back. I have to wait.
I can just hope that the waves will still be here in a couple of days when I have time again for them.
I am optimistic. I think I like the story enough. I think there will be waves.