… where do I start? I’m sitting around at home, after a productive morning doing house stuff like grocery shopping and a little bit of food-prep, and a yoga class, and I don’t know where to go from here.
I had writers’ group yesterday, and took along the first draft of a short story I wrote last year. I hadn’t intended to work on it again for a while, but now the questions and ideas are fresh in my head I think I should. But then last night I was talking to a friend about another idea for a longer story that I have, and that I’ve had kicking around in my head (and occasionally making it out the end of my pen) for a few years (years??? How did that happen?). And then I’ve got a few non-fiction projects on the go as well. So what to do first?
My indecision has left me sitting on my bed doing nothing. Not even applying for jobs, which I really should be doing. Ah, the trap of having too much time on your hands. I’m just going to have to pick one and start.
Meanwhile, I’m insanely jealous of my Melbourne friends after I read about the Wheeler Centre for Books, Writing and Ideas programme over at Literary Minded. Especially since I spent much of last week moaning to my writerly friends here in Sydney that I there just doesn’t seem to be the same level of literary events and community in this harbour city. I mean, I suppose that’s why Melbourne was named a City of Literature and Sydney wasn’t, but I still want to go to events of this type. Sigh. I live in the wrong city. Yes, yes, Melbourne friends, I know you’ve been telling me this for nearly two years…
Surely there are some literary events in Sydney too, and I’m just terrible at searching for them? Please point me in the right direction if you know of any.
Once again though, music is saving me from disappearing completely into my whingey-ness. This time it’s Andrew Bird: