Okay, so my goal of updating my blog at least once a month really went by the wayside, but that’s fine. While my writing may have taken a back seat for the past couple of months, I’ve managed to conquer a few other things of note, and I need to stop forgetting that.
First of all, I completed a first round of edits on James’ D&D novella-of-sorts. It was admittedly a copy cleanup more than anything else, but good to test my editing skills on proper fiction rather than functional copy (I’ve written and proofed enough websites over the last six months, after all). It was really fun to go back and rediscover our adventure, and a challenge to ensure that I was creating helpful suggestions. Hopefully, stuff I’ll bear in mind for my own drafts moving forward.
Keeping with the D&D theme, I’ve started dungeon mastering. And shit, it is HARD. It takes a lot more effort to guide the flow of the story and act as an enabler, rather than just acting on autopilot. And I’m very terrible at distances and remembering what everything does. All that aside, it’s really fun, and having to think on my feet and develop characters in a split second is a very valuable skill. I’m currently running the Out of the Abyss storyline, and we’re all having a good time. Although I hope that, with practice, it’ll get easier.
Most importantly though, I’ve conquered my initial TBR goal! I’ve read a grand total of 26 books off the backlog and I’m ploughing through even more. I set myself up for 40 before the end of the year, but I doubt I’ll hit that. Nevertheless, it’s been really nice to rediscover my love of reading — something that I felt I’d lost somewhat, and there’s good stress relief in being able to curl up in a quiet corner with a book. That’s something I’ve needed more often than not over the past couple of months. When everything turns into a maelstrom, it’s easy to find calm between the pages.
Plans moving forward? I’m toying with NaNoWriMo, but I just don’t know if I have the time to commit to the endeavour. I’ve still not found that safe space in which to write. More often than not, I just want to curl up with the TV when I get home from work. Winter is coming, and I can’t help but feel the need to hibernate, to insulate myself from the fear of churning out shit that won’t matter to anyone. I’ve less need for catharsis than before — after all, when you have a confidant, there’s no need to veil it all in metaphor. But perhaps winter’s a time for change, and it might be time to push that change up from within.
Currently reading: Godblind by Anna Stephens
Currently listening: Eisley — I’m Still Listening
Currently watching: Riverdale