These Days

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MUSTblogMEMORIES said…
I think you should leave France. You are a happy, spirited guy. You guys should pack up, come back from wedding and not return.
June 24, 2007 at 6:03 PM
Karen said…
No, if you really are throwin into your writing then stay until the motivation or the momentum wanes.
June 26, 2007 at 7:52 AM
Reilly Owens said…
Hey, thanks for remaining interested in spite of the lack of posts. Sometimes things move around in my life and upset my routines, and I find it hard to write everyday. Plus, I've been working on this story and I got a little hung up on plotting and research. But I'll have a new chapter up soon.

Janice, don't get too worried about me. I can't always seem happy and spirited, especially if this blog is going to be current and honest. I've chosen a life that is often frustrating, and I'm realizing certain truths about it that I've always denied, such as the fact that I'm not really as good as I thought I was and it's going to take a lot more time than I had imagined. But I'm happy with what I have been able to accomplish.

France has been great. I'm not always doing it right--I spend an awful lot of time dithering inside the apartment. I probably would have seen more of France if I'd just come on a month-long trip instead of this year-long sabbatical. But I have the opportunity to live the life I've wanted: writing, reading, watching movies.

I do miss certain things: friends and family, convenient meals, and movie theaters and a TV screen bigger than my 12" laptop. But this trip has been great for stripping away those illusions I've had about me being a wunderkind. I have a better idea of what I need to do, and only struggle with actually doing it.

It's amazing how little I can do with a large amount of free time. Sometimes the burden of everything I want to accomplish is so heavy, I just put it all off until the next day--or the day after that. But I'm learning all the time what works and what doesn't.

Anyway, I hope to put something new up by tomorrow, and I'll try to step up the pace a bit.

Reilly
June 26, 2007 at 12:24 PM
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