When I was younger, anytime I spent alone time with my dad – fishing, violin shopping, beach house buying – he called it “baby’s day out.” Like many things my dad says, it’s a reference to a movie, but I didn’t know that when I was a kid, so I associate it with Dad fun and Dad fun only.
Today, I’m hanging out in one of those Starbucks-in-a-Barnes-and-Noble places while I wait for Luigi to get a checkup. (Luigi is my car.) This feels a little like my adult version of Baby’s Day Out – I’m drinking tea and eating overpriced snacks, and I even made the terrible decision to peruse the bookstore. Obviously, I ended up buying a few books.
Being out of the house and my normal work environment has prompted some much needed reflections on my ‘craft’ of writing. To be brutally honest, I haven’t written a word of fiction in over two weeks. It doesn’t feel good, but I find it harder and harder to squeeze writing into my schedule. BF and I were talking last night about how he feels overwhelmed by how much he has to – and WANTS to – do, and how little time he has. Is it just our stage in life that makes us feel this way, or is this really what Adulting is going to be like from now on?
Anyways, the books I purchased today are all writing tools, so I hope I can renew my commitment to writing every day and perhaps (bold goal!!) getting published by 2016!
CAN SHE DO IT?!?! Stay tuned!