It’s that time of year again, when we come back from the cottage, put away our sandals and grudgingly cram onto commuter trains with returning students. Ah, fall. I do enjoy the colourful leaves before they die and fall off the trees. However I don’t enjoy the loss of freedom and the nostalgic pining for the feel of sand between my toes.
But I do like getting back to work on my writing and blogging. All summer I had the guilty pleasure of doing nothing but a few edits here and there on a mostly completed novel. Last night I reined myself in and re-focussed.
I signed up to take a class through the Alexandra Centre for Writers. The Novel Approach meets every second Monday until June so hopefully that means I will do my homework and complete a first draft of a new book. It also means I get to rub elbows with other writers – those poor slobs like me that toil away in anonymity (in fall, winter and spring that is) and occasionally come out of the shadows to bond with like-minded individuals. I get the impression that, like me, they have coasted for a few months and are eagerly getting back to their computers.
Should be fun reading each other’s work and commiserating about the shortening days and the lengthening list of things we have to do.
