So… It’s April already, have you noticed? A quarter of the year has gone past in a whirl – and I have yet to write a single word outside the box.
Oh, I’ve been writing, and editing, and adapting with a vengeance – but I haven’t found anything new to try. Things I’ve never done before, you know – à la Breakfast at Tiffany’s, only writing-wise.
Now, I’ve long known that I’m not terribly good at pushing myself out of my comfort zone, but I’ve really tried hard last year – with all sorts of interesting results. So I’ve resolved to do the same this year, and every year if I can. But I’ve also realised that most of last year’s outside-the-box writing happened to me: unexpected requests, a suggested Mooc in my mailbox… and while I’m rather proud of myself for not running from any of it, I don’t think it qualifies as “actively pursuing new things,” does it? New things found me, rather than the other way around.
So perhaps this is the next step – the one I might try to take this year: finding new things myself.
Right, it sounds like a plan. Now I must just seek and find my own writing adventure(s) for this year… It can be all that hard, right? Right?