I can hear the birds chirping

So today, I am feeling somewhat overcome by my father coming to live with us for good for the better part of the forseeable future and beyond. I am very happy about this. Really. But I am worried about how this will effect my creative flow, both in crafting and writing.

Since I received the news of his impending arrival, I haven't 'crafted' anything. That is (aside from some button orders), I have not used tool or material to make anything. I am feeling trapped by all the "stuff" that is involved in crafting, especially with my ADD way of dealing with creation. And while I have many many many crafty ideas in my head and my books, I have a compulsion to bag and box up everything and take it to the women's shelter or the Boys and Girls club. I won't do that - the pack-rat in me would never allow for that sort of 'freeing' behavior.

robayre, oopsieblanket, birdtr0uble

On the other hand, to say I have crafted nothing in the past couple of months would be selling myself short. I have not only put the finishing touches on my first novel, but I've made excellent headway into the second. I am so excited to see this story work itself out and I'm often surprised the see the roads the characters choose as the process moves forward. Sometimes I truly believe they have a mind of their own.

In addition to this, I am working on another novel that I may or may not seek to sell. In a market saturated with vampires, I'm pretty sure mine would just end up in a slush pile. But for me, the story is important and funny and not-at-all-what-you-would-expect. For that reason, I am considering using it as the meat of a series of OOAK (one-of-a-kind) books that are more art/craft than literature. But hey, what a win for a buyer because they'll get a hell of a story. But I have gotten WAY ahead of myself - first I must finish the story and have it proofed and edited and scrutinized by my band of merriment crushers -in my case, that includes both literary professors and fandom beta nazis.

mountainmamachic, brokesy, devilmademedoit

And back to where I began, I have been thinking about taking my writing outside the home when Dad arrives, expanding my horizons and creating actual working deadlines. Today, I wish I was under a tree, jotting timelines and important character daters in my artificial grass journal, while sitting on a blanket that will not get by bum wet in the grass. A nice sip of coffee on my SPF protected lips and I ponder where to take my protagonist and her lovely assistant. All while sporting this awesome laptop case and scaring away the sweet birds and squirrels, snuggled in a comfy recycled sweater.

What a great day!