The school year started and the first week is complete. Tuesday and Wednesday were exciting and an adrenaline rush. Thursday morning found me hitting the snooze praying for five more minutes, exhaustion starting to set in. Today was a mix of excitement and exhaustion ~ excited for the opportunity to work alongside a friend I haven’t worked with before and the potential for a fabulous year after meeting our students. It will be a great year.
Although there is a lot to look forward to I do miss the countless hours spent this summer as writer. When I wear my writer’s hat, I don’t watch a clock or worry about setting an alarm. If I woke up at 1 a.m. with an idea, paragraph, or chapter that “must” be written so I don’t forget it ~ I didn’t worry about lost sleep, I can sleep later in the mornings. Other days I brought my writing bag, netbook, and inspiration on the road – to sit poolside, at the park, or wherever my daughter and her friends might want to spend the day.
Since returning to school on Tuesday I have carried my netbook and writing bag with me to school each day in hopes of spending my lunch on my writing ~ but it hasn’t happened yet. I have woke up two evenings in the middle of the night or the wee hours of the morning with ideas for my speaking ministry, a new story, and even to make notes for a potential blog. While the creation of a new idea or concept is exciting and usually renders my brain useless the next day until I work through my notes – the alarm going off at 4:20 a.m. is a rude awakening.
The most important thing I have learned this week…need to invest. Invest in good cover up and foundation to hide the bags under my eyes because writing is a part of me and when inspiration hits, I will write. I may not take my netbook out of my bag or write a novel in the fifteen minutes I actually sit for lunch yet I will have ideas and plans…the weekends and breaks will be busy. If I hear from the publisher then those fifteen minutes will be spent rewriting and meeting deadlines. How exciting!
Today's photograph is of a hat my mom bought me at an antique store one afternoon while we were out to browse. I commented "That is my style of a writer's hat." Next thing I know...that very brilliant, feathery and orange hat was on my head. Thanks Mom!
Lisa M Buske
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