What An Exhausting Week (in a good way). Also, baby talk.

It's been a busy week.   Usually the quieter I am here the busier I am in the rest of my life, but this week "the rest of my life" has been, almost exclusively, writing. 

I started working on a new writing project last year in early December, and it's about South Korea, where I spent three years.  It... wasn't going well.  It's a place that I love and absolutely adore, and what I was writing just didn't capture the feel of the place, and the awe and wonder I felt being somewhere new at first, or the relationships I built there, or really, anything I loved most about being there.  It was some decent writing, but it just wasn't turning out the way I wanted, and that was very distracting. 

So more and more I found myself writing other stuff, and last week I found myself thinking on some other ideas instead and just started going.  The last week has been exhausting.  I wrote about 20% of a novel in five days, and I'm excited to keep going today. 

I don't want to say much about it yet because I generally dislike talking about works in progress, because it leads to the inevitable disappointment to having to say (like above) "I'm SO excited about this novel about South Korea!  And I'm totally not working on it right now."  Sigh. 

But... yeah.  It's dark. And weird.  And funny. I'm not completely sure where it's going yet, but that's because of all the directions it could go, and that's a good problem to have. 

Totally unrelated, but I'll leave you with this:

Yesterday while my nine-month-old was banging on the keyboard, he typed 



to my brother in law.  I just wanted you to know that this isn't a random banging of letters, but an accurate rendition of the specific thoughts of a baby. 

See you again soon.