A couple of months ago I wrote a post justifying why the wordcount’s low on my current work-in-progress.
Basically, my creative time is limited – as is my creative energy. And I’ve been busy paving over my garden so I can free up more of my creative time and energy to write, instead of controlling parts of the garden that aren’t productive.
This work is now over, thankfully.
Summer is heading full-tilt towards us, less than a week before the solstice. The grass has gone, the paving is laid, and the remainder of the work falls under the heading of general pottering about – in other words, no heavy lifting.
Like finishing a novel, it’s been a long task, enjoyable, stretching, with a few false starts and moments of trepidation. Now it’s done, I can sit back and
admire it look at all the bits I’d do differently if I had to do it again.
My imagination hasn’t been idle, though.
I’ve sketched out a few short stories on rainy days when working outside was impossible, and pondered the work still to be done on the fourth Petticoat Katie novel with a view to finishing it as soon as I can.
More stories await. Characters clamour to say their piece, to have their lives imagined into being, to take me on their travels as if I were their own personal Boswell.
And now, of course, I have a neat and tidy garden space within which to imagine new tales while watching the bees amongst the oregano.