You know how sometime the last thing in the world you want to do is write? Or work on anything creative? That’s sort of how I’ve felt for about, oh, 4 or 5 month now. I think flying from India to the US to Thailand kind of interrupted my creative mojo.
But it’s back. I woke up a few mornings ago, opened a word doc and started writing. In the last 3 days, I’ve written about 11,000 words and have finished (well, rough draft finished) two short stories and one travel article. Oh, and got another 5000 words working on a sort project, procrastination novel as well.
I kind of forgot how great it feels to be productive. I’ve mixed it with some explorations–took a boat ride down the Mekong yesterday and drank homemade whisky in a small Laos village, but am overall making better use of my free time.
I have one more story half-formed in my head, and a couple more non-fiction, travel pieces I want to work on. For the next month I’ll be traveling through Vietnam and will be able to work on that.
And then if plans work out, I will spend 3 months in Chaing Mai working on my next novel. I figure 1000 words a day (a modest goal) at 3 months equals a 90,000 word rough draft. It won’t be as easy as all that, of course, but I am excited to start working on it.