write-y tighty

Writing. There are three levels of writing going on for me at all times. There are the journals, the keepers of all the secrets and thoughts that are too personal to share with anyone but myself and whoever feels so inclined to sift through the detritus after I'm dead (although, I am considering willing it all to be burned). There is this blog, clearly impersonal in most regards, but a fun place to be public. And, then there is the fiction. I do churn out a fairly high volume of fiction weekly considering the fact that I only have an average of an hour a day to write. In the past couple of years I have focused mainly on three stories; or maybe it's one story with three veins...not sure yet. I write it in stages, usually getting my daily idea in the shower, or on a dog walk and then I have to hurriedly write notes on my phone or voice record a memo so I don't forget to expand on the story thought later, after the kids go to bed. Anyway, it's been growing slowly, but lately the main story is unfolding at a chaotic and unstoppable pace. The flood gates have opened and I'm trying my best to catch all the ideas and character movements. Not sure where it's all going, but really enjoying the process.

Have finally got my running back up to 5 days a week. Now I can start building the mileage again. It really does feel like I get injured every time I try to jump that 40km per week threshold; now, after spending I-don't-want-to-know-how-much money on physio and retraining the way I move and train I am hopeful that I'll be injury free for the rest of the year. Next race is in June, can't wait!