The vacation is well and truly over. I’m back at work, I caught a bit of a cold, and it started to snow. I’m feeling reflective about the Banff Centre residency. It was amazing and productive, and I truly miss my little cabin in the woods and the unstructured writing time. The studio’s creaky floors, too…I miss the sound of them.
I haven’t been writing much these last couple of weeks. I came home and decided to take a week ‘off’ writing. Towards the end of that week, I started working on a longish short story in the ‘to revise’ folder on my drive. It’s been there for a while, and the revisions on that are going well. I’m expanding it out to see if it can become a novella, and it’s going well.
The novel revisions are waiting for me, but I haven’t felt ready to start.
The idea of a novel sitting and waiting for revisions is at once exciting and a little bit terrifying. I know there are some major fixes needed, and I’ll settle down to work on them soon. I tell myself that. I need to prune and trim, go back and tighten (well, and overhaul) up a major plot line, think carefully about the motivations of characters. I think I know the feel I want for the book, but I’m worried about achieving it. So the novel sit and waits while I think about all of these things, and in my head, I’m designating December to be revision month. I think so.
For now, I’ll finish up revisions on the piece I’m working on now. I’m enjoying the change in the season. The beginning of winter is always so lovely: the first really cold weather, the first snow, the ice fog in the evenings. Admittedly, I’m not quite ready for the Christmas decorations to be up, but I like those, too.