I don't have a question about whether or not to keep writing. I'm sending out the book I finished for friend's reviews, and already worked out an outline and have written most of the first chapter of the second. The only question I have about writing now is how to make it better.
I have noticed though that in the last couple of years even before I retired I had found writing much more appealing and also, very important, that I took really pleasure in doing it--not so much a matter of one part of me being the stern taskmaster and the other part the goldbrickiing employee, but just that it became something I really enjoyed doing. It's interesting that during these same years not only was I mentally preparing for retirement but also doing much more meditation and yoga. I wonder if those activities, both ways of working with the focus of the mind, have helped me relax into writing, if that makes sense.
Of course, while I'm involved in post hoc reasoning, I could also note that during that time I became involved with ATPoBtVS and with LJ!
And for that matter, that it's my age, or the new identity I grew after adjusting to my mother's death, or...
Re: oooh..
Date: 2004-08-29 02:35 pm (UTC)I have noticed though that in the last couple of years even before I retired I had found writing much more appealing and also, very important, that I took really pleasure in doing it--not so much a matter of one part of me being the stern taskmaster and the other part the goldbrickiing employee, but just that it became something I really enjoyed doing. It's interesting that during these same years not only was I mentally preparing for retirement but also doing much more meditation and yoga. I wonder if those activities, both ways of working with the focus of the mind, have helped me relax into writing, if that makes sense.
Of course, while I'm involved in post hoc reasoning, I could also note that during that time I became involved with ATPoBtVS and with LJ!
And for that matter, that it's my age, or the new identity I grew after adjusting to my mother's death, or...
Hard to account for personal changes.