For the past two months I’ve been on a self-imposed writing hiatus – partly to let my completed first draft rest a bit, partly to reassert control over the other half of my life.
But now, this weekend, in a glorious writing retreat at Phillip Island, I’m allowing myself to look at the WIP again.
I confess I’ve been a little nervous about picking it up again. It got so big in the end, and there’s still so much I want to do with it. How am I going to wrestle all that into control? But I’m excited too. Totally buzzing.
I’m starting with a read-through to refamiliarise myself with the story. And then I’ll write a bunch of notes. And then… We’ll see.
In the meantime I have a gorgeous environment in which to spend a lazy weekend reading. We’re staying in a house right on the beach (hired with friends for the weekend). We can see the Ocean rolling in. Hear it too. Stunning.
Here are some snaps taken out our front door. That’s the house we’re staying in, centre bottom photo.