The holidays are over, we are part of the way through January and this is the first time in almost a month I got the chance to just sit and write.  I wasn’t completely worthless through the holidays, I did some research, played with a few scenes here and there on a couple different things.

But what I mean by writing is sitting in the quiet, nobody around, and put words on paper.  It doesn’t matter if they suck.  I can fix them later.  I just want words on paper.   That was this morning was for – two hours of sitting with just me and the keyboard and typing.

It was wonderful.

I should clarify – it was me, the quiet and the dog.  On nicer days (anything above 35 and not raining) I sit outside to write while he runs crazy through the yard.  His barks and antics make a nice background to my typing.

Although this morning he surprised me a bit.  It’s been so long since I was able to sit outside and write he decided he wanted to play some as well.  I was in the middle of an intense argument between characters when a cold nose dropped a tennis ball on my keyboard.

Talk about getting pulled out of the scene.   Fortunately after a couple throws he found something else to chase and ran off again.

I think he missed the quiet writing time too.

So, this first morning fully back into the routine was a success.  Its good to be back.