This is something of an accountability post. I’ve come to the conclusion that I should try to get at least 600 words down every night. Well, most of the nights throughout the week.
At least if I post this blog I kind of have to stick to it. 4/5 nights a week, if I can sit down for an hour or so and just write, I should make some progress. A lifelong goal of mine has always been to write a novel. If your average book has a page count nearing or above the 100k mark that should mean that in 167 witing days ( roughly) there might be a good base to start with. Or it could be total word vomit, let’s hope not though eh folks!
Of the short stories that I’ve started, there is one, in particular, I’m trying to develop first. Then if all goes to plan the other ones I have drafts of can progress a wee bit further on too.
Stephen King is a huge inspiration for me and one piece of advice he gave was:
“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”
That has stuck in my head and while reading books or listening to audiobooks during work has been great, pushing myself to do the 600 words per night will help a great deal as well I can only hope!
Writing, Video Games, Cars, Computers, etc etc the list goes on for quite literally a few more words. Sometimes the realization hits you like a wet towel across the face ” I have too many hobbies!”.
Something has got to give, time is precious these days. Maybe the best option would be to cut one or two of them out but where do you start? The first place is money, do you have enough money to follow all these hobbies?…………………..no? well, that was easy, glad we sorted that out quickly. Stick to writing Rich, its free.
I love these wee chats we have together, till next time!
Today’s food for thought! I’m sitting at the table in my works lunch room reading the paper and it is all just drivel in there to be honest.
My time would be better used elsewhere. With that wee thought, from now on I’m going to task myself with writing at least a few paragraphs during lunch. I have a quite substantial amount of short stories that I’ve started, it’s about time they got the attention they deserve.
I will not be playing Darts of Fury that’s for sure………….. Okay one more round but that’s it!
When I wake in the morning after a disjointed awkward sleep, this first thought through my head is not about where I am or what time is it. No, the first thought that enters my sleep riddled mind is ‘Is it time, do we have to go?’ Minute by minute, we get closer to the arrival time, we get closer to ‘panic’ time.
Minute by minute we get closer to the moment our lives will be irrevocably changed forever (for the second time in just over 2 years!). The past few months have flown by. Life seems to take over and before you know it you’re a week away from a massive life event and you feel as though it has snuck up on you while you slept, ready to jump out and add more chaos to an already hectic lifestyle.
Baby number 2 is just over a week away as I write this (sorry baby 2 is due just over a week away) and as I spoke about before on this blog I’m not as worried as I was with number 1. Taking care of another wee person doesn’t seem as daunting as it did in 2016 when Riley came into our lives and filled them with wonder and joy and loads of mess.
My day to day is completely filled with heart-stopping moments from the moment I leave the house until I return. Anytime I hear or feel my phone ring or vibrate it puts me back in that same state I wake up in. Every text message or phone call could potentially be ‘the one’.
Now that I have time to think about it, it’s excitement rather than worry when I feel like this, excitement at meeting our new bundle. Excitement at Riley meeting his sibling. Excitement at introducing our dog Pebbles to the latest member of our pack.
More than that, its excitement to share our lives with another wee person and all the highs and lows that come along for the ride.
Like most parents when my wife and I put our 2-year-old to bed it’s chill out time, or more realistically its tidy up the house time. Being away from the house all day at work means that during the week my time with my boy is very limited.
Between the time I get home and the time he goes to bed, we have maybe an hour and a half tops. That time includes dinner so your left maybe 45 mins to an hour to play and chat etc. This leads to me missing him more and more as the week goes on until the weekend arrives and we have plenty of time together as a family.
That makes the small moments we spend together during the week all that more special. It’s the 5 or 10 minute when he has woken during the night that we get to catch up and spend that all so important extra time together.
It can be difficult at time for working parents to feel like we bond enough with our kids, you can never spoil a child with love and affection. It’s important that they get to spend time with Mum and Dad as much as they can at such a young age. Our children grow up so fast, we can be guilty at times of rushing about with our daily chores and busy lifestyles that we don’t stop, sit down and appreciate things in life that make it all worthwhile.
It’s these moments I’ll always treasure. It’s these moments when it’s just him and me, the house is calm & quiet and we can spend a few father and son moments together. The world outside just fades away and the only thing that matters at that moment is my child and me.
It’s during these early morning moments when he might have a story to tell me or he might run about for a bit or he may just want a cuddle. These moments are the ones I’m going to miss when he gets older.These snapshots of time I wish could be saved to replay over and over as he gets older.
They may last only a few minutes and they may be in the middle of the night, but its time spent together like this that brings us closer together and for that, I’m forever grateful.
This particular blog entry (post or blog? still can’t decide what to call these) was started in December of 2015, All it included was a few ideas for a post. A post talking about memories and the ironic thing is, for the life of me, I can not recall what this post was to be about exactly.
Sure there were a few keywords in the draft that I left as breadcrumbs on a trail to an idea. But its winter and snow has covered any breadcrumbs that the birds didn’t eat and here I sit with a random assortment of words and no coherent idea of what I was trying to say.
Maybe that was the initial thought of the post, memories can be a fragile thing. Don’t take them for granted as you never know when they might just get up and go for a wee dander.
February is upon us now and for everyone else that is fine and dandy, a normal thing but it scares me quite a bit though.
Ok so I am exaggerating a tiny wee bit there, perhaps nervous, anxious, and excited would all be better adjectives to use. Being February means that my second child is due Next Month!!!
Our first baby Riley has just had his second birthday, the last 2 years seeing him grow and develop has been a life-changing experience, one that has changed me as a person, on a deep level. To be perfectly honest I knew certain aspects of our lives would change forever and while I was totally fine with them, happy in fact, the changes have been immense and, you know something? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When you first child comes along nothing truly prepares you for what is in store, sure you can read books, blogs and watch all the youtube videos you want, but until you experience parenthood you just never know. Until you experience the immense lack of sleep the first few months, not to mention the whole nappy changing scenario or the whole explosive nappy situation where everyone involved needs a bath afterward, being a father is a roller coaster, one once you clamber aboard you never want to leave!
Even though I started this blog saying the opposite, this time around I feel more relaxed about what’s ahead of us, of course you worry about your partner, worry that she and the baby will be perfectly fine when all is said and done but the actual looking after and caring for another human being part no longer fills me with the uncertainty and trepidation I felt 2 years ago.
The past few mornings have been quite eery. Where I live has been covered in a deep fog and as a gamer I can’t help think back to the Silent Hill games and to a lesser extent the movies.
There is something hauntingly beautifully about the world being obscured by a deep grey fog. There’s something terrifying about it too, somehow I think that’s thanks to the aforementioned horror series.