Monday, January 15, 2018

I'm a Wild, Faroe Island Pony!

Happy Monday and Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day!

I hope this crisp, cold day finds you well. At least it's crisp and cold here in Savannah. Oh we warmed up for a couple of days. It's the usual Southern song and dance. We have freezing weather and then, poof! It feels like spring. But we can never let our guard down because it's NOT spring and soon winter will return. In fact, they're calling for more snow in February. I'm not going to worry about. It's not February, yet, and I can't stop the weather.

Right now I'm cozied up to the radiator, a heated blanket draped over my shoulders, tea steeping and sifting through my first rounds of New Year's Plans. I get so excited about things, grab hold of a new idea and run with it until I collapse out of exhaustion. After the exhaustion fades (and the initial, hyper excitement), I'm able to take a good, focused look on the ideas and ask them what they really want from me. What they really have for me. Why they are really there. Ah, they are pleased and all that initial excitement it seems was falsely directed. Which is perfectly fine and I'm at peace with this revision process.

Do you have the same ideas visit you, year after year? Do you try to wrestle them into a mold of your own making or are you far wiser than I am? Do you let them be free, wild and running, dragging you along behind them, laughing, hair whipping in the wind? That's what I'm working on right now. Letting myself get dragged along until I can mount that wild, Faroe Island pony* and let it carry me all the way to the summit. The view is better there, I hear.

Here's to revisions and rewrites, new maps, overgrown paths and the best laid plans...

xo
Jen

*The Faroe Island pony is a hardy little creature, used for centuries for farm work and for herding sheep! When they aren't working, they are left to roam free in the wilds of the islands. 

Shaggy little thing, ain't he?

(Image found via Pinterest search)

6 comments:

  1. He's fuzzy all right.
    I let things brew but this weekend I decided it was time to stop waiting and time to take control.

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    1. That's awesome. I'm in the process of making a schedule for my writing. It's proving to be a lot more difficult than I thought but necessary. That's my goal for this week: to take control!

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  2. My problem is there's a whole herd stampeding around me.

    Some wacky weather we are having.

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    1. Haha! I completely understand. I'm having to corral them into a paddock in order to figure out who needs to take the lead.

      And yes, the weather has been rather crazy! Keeps me on my toes that's for sure :)

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  3. I can't be quite that free or I never make progress, just prance in the same circles again and again because I'm so jubilant to have a moment of freedom. ;) So you were snuggled up next to the radiator yesterday, and I was enjoying Busch Gardens with the family. But two days before that, I was freezing my tail end off at SeaWorld. Florida is being as unpredictable as your corner of the world, but at least it's mostly warm.

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    1. Isn't this weather the strangest? I'm used to strange, Southern weather but to have snow in Savannah for the first time in 30 years is bizarre!

      I have to feel the freedom. I do need a plan and I need a schedule but I also need to feel like I'm not beholden to anything rigid. I immediately seize up and won't get anything done. I love hearing how different all the writers I know are!

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Well, hello! I'm so glad you made it. Come inside and sit by the hearth. I'll take your coat and hat. The kettle is singing and there's cake and candles and good conversation. Settle in and make yourself at home. Don't mind the wolfhounds; they're friendly if you give them a bit of lemon curd.