Lugnasa Garlic Planting Moon
I have a rhythm now. Get up, eat breakfast, go down stairs and revise. Revising, I’m learning, is as much work as writing. Harder in a way since it requires re-thinking, re-imagining. But, more fun, too, since the whole can begin to weave back and forth, the end influencing the beginning. Consistency problems ironed out. Larger themes both seen and reinforced.
It’s a problem, this rhythm. Mornings are my good time, the time my brain switches on, ready to plunge right in. Afternoons, not so much so. But still outside work needs to get done. And I’d like to do Latin, too, in the afternoons. Not all figured out.
I’m making progress, a light touch on the content. Correcting. Amplifying. Excising. The end, I know, has to be stronger. And, I’m considering putting a chunk of the end in the beginning. Characters need fleshing out sometimes. A habit or mannerism, perhaps.
This is new for me. It feels as if I’ve gone one more step on the ancientrail of creativity, of writing the long piece. Feels good, too. But, it’s surprisingly tiring.
