Somehow another month has passed, and I keep thinking about things I’d like to write up and post, but time slips away, and either the idea no longer presses or I push it off further — I’ve waited this long already.
Andrew has been traveling 50% of the time over the past two months. He went to China for two weeks, made three trips to Zurich, one to Munich, and another to Berlin. I went on one of the Zurich trips, where we saw Amanda Palmer perform outside of Boston for the first time. That was a fun evening — we made a few friends in line, hung out with them all night, and stayed in touch, like summer camp compressed. I also went to Solothurn for an SCBWI meeting and spent the day exploring the city on my own, which I haven’t done in a long time. I’ll post about the city sometime soon. I’ve been needing things to pull me out of the apartment, away from my laptop and from thinking too much.
It’s finally winter here — cold, rainy, and dark. We celebrated a fusion Thanksgiving last week, part Swiss, part US, and part Canadian for good measure. I’ll post about that, too, since it was our first holiday alone. I don’t like winter, either the cold or the short, dark days, although I do need seasons. Right now, I’m more quiet and in my head, spending more time reading, cooking, and knitting. Those have been wonderful breaks from screen time.
Whenever I finish a draft, I think, “What’s next?” especially when I’m not sure what’s next for the draft. I’ve been thinking about characters beyond the boundaries of their current stories, seeing what’s next and what that means for the shape of the existing work. So I’m here, mostly on Twitter, with my long form thoughts setting and, I hope, rising.