I’m feeling restless. This isn’t the time I’m usually writing. Who am I kidding? “Usually” doesn’t really apply since I just started this writing habit on Monday. Maybe it’s because instead of my usual cup of tea I’ve got a glass of iced tea. Or maybe it’s that it’s daylight and I usually write in the evening. I have the shade open on the window my desk is in front of. I thought I might be inspired by the wee birds flitting around the trees and bushes outside the window. But it’s a bit hard to see them through the smudged glass which is in serious need of a cleaning. Yet I’m not inspired to clean it.
I have an hour or so on my own and I’m not sure how I want to spend it. Unfortunately, my husband has a headache and is laying down for a while to try to get rid of it. With this time to myself there are so many things I could do. I could read (maybe), watch some TV or a film (feels like a waste of the afternoon), clean (yeah right; we already covered my lack of desire in that department), or I could write. Do I want to write right now? I don’t know. My goal when I started was to do 5 hours a week. I loosely planned to write for an hour each on Monday through Thursday, and one on Sunday. Since today is Saturday, it feels like I’m doing something out of synch. Maybe that’s good. It’s nice to know I’m already thinking about having a pattern or habit of writing, enough to be aware when I’m veering from it.
And now I’ve just spent about 45 minutes writing a scene. Yes, you read that right; I wrote a bit of a scene. This is exciting (to me) as it’s the first creative writing I’ve done since college. There’s no fanfare with trumpets to herald this moment though. Instead I have a noisily panting dog sat near me, regularly nudging my leg with her snout.
Back to the scene I wrote. Nothing really happens in it. There’s no dialogue. No action to speak of. It’s just a description of a young woman going to the symphony for the first time, and being completely taken in by the sights and sound of this live performance. Yes, those of you who follow me on social media will know this was inspired by my own first trip to the symphony last night with my husband and my mom. Here are the first two sentences, just to show you all I really did write:
“Sylvia settled into her fifth row center seat. She took a deep breath and gazed around her.”
Well, I hear my husband moving around upstairs, so I’m hopeful this means his headache is better and he’s getting up. The dog has wondered off to investigate (finally!).
My ice tea glass is empty, so until next time…