Not as planned, but…

So I am currently on vacation — by myself. I hadn’t really intended on posting to my blog, since the intent of this vacation was really only to relax, sleep, and do some hardcore writing. I have three in-progress novels from the past three years, and I really wanted to crack down on one of them (though I briefly flirted with starting a new story, it was more evasion of finishing stories I felt were in tough places than anything else).

But I’ve found blogging to be an unholy distraction when I try to write (fiction, anyway – I’m more disciplined when it’s not hobby-writing), and so I’d planned to mostly avoid the Internet except to post my daily bad picture.

Unfortunately, there was a mixup with the guesthouse I’d arranged to stay at, and so I find myself interrupted and feeling a bit disjointed. I spent last night in a different guesthouse which still had room, arranged by the owner of the original place I had been planning to stay (where I will be tonight), which was ok, but defeated my purpose of just settling in some place comfortable the whole time and absorbing myself in writing like a fiend.

Not a big deal, truly – instead I got a much-needed nap after months of difficult sleep (always interrupted by Torsten climbing into bed with us and then getting up super-early) and was able to read what I had down already for all three novels. Which was a good thing anyway – I’ve been away from them for long enough that I had totally forgotten what happened in any of them outside of the general gist.

Not only am I caught up so that I can really get down to brass tacks this afternoon, but I discovered a couple of things: first, my almost pathological ability to forget stories (a bizarre thing given how much I read) means I could really read them fresh, and in the last two, I found much that *I* like — as a reader. Secondly, I was actually astounded by how much my writing has changed in the past three years (each of these were NaNoWriMo novels) — granted, the first one of the three I read was written in the ninth month of my pregnancy, but I found myself cringing at how awkward it was. That’s ok – it’s nice to see I’m improving, at least by my own metrics – but the upshot is that it was enough of a mess that I am going to leave it in the repository to languish indefinitely. I may rework it later, but I found myself too annoyed with the clumsy parts to want to sink back into it now.

Anyway, so now I’m just killing time until I can check into the other guesthouse and, thus, this post. I hope she holds to her plans to let me check in at noon instead of two, and that I’m not remembering the time incorrectly.

And now having made it to noon, this is the end of my post-related blather. Besides, a little boy in this restaurant is crying for his mama and it’s making me miss Torsten…