The geese cam home today. We heard them before we saw them, calling, announcing themselves. We watched them re-arrange their formations, joining and spliting apart. This marks a great turning point for us – spring!
The streets are grey, dirty snow lingers, but the sun is shining, and it’s warmth reaches us. Spring has arrived in the month of March! It seems to change everyone when the days become longer and we no longer have to eat when it’s dark.
For me, it also means the arrival of the new baby is fast approaching. A spring baby!
Some of my posts lately have been all about my striving to reach certain goals with my wip prior to my due date. Well, the last two weeks have shown me that I most likely will not achieve what I had hoped. Life gets in the way sometimes, and I am getting slower. My thoughts are not as precise, my focus failing as I go internal, readying myself for a baby (and as my excitement grows and everything else begins to seem less important). I was angered by not sticking to schedule, trying to come to terms with it, and I think I finally have, in an odd and roundabout way.
I have been working on some articles that have gone back and forth between me and the editor. When I thought I was done, a new e-mail would arrive. We need this piece of info. Here is a new contact. Can you change this quote. This morning I was sent the final versions from my editor. The articles had come a long way, and only time had provided them with the ability to do so.
I sat down to finish going through my notes on my novel. I am making a list of all that needs to be addressed (now that my scenes are added in and reorganized). And as I read through my journal taking notes I was amazed at how much thought has gone into this novel. Ideas and suggestions that I wrote to myself and no longer even remotely remembered. It was the perfect timing of events.
I was worried that by having a baby I will loose connection with this novel. That I will never become as synchronised with it as I am now. Yet, recently I have realized that most likely it will do the opposite. It will bring me closer and give me additional insight. And today I saw how even those extra months that it will take are necessary to bring it to where I want to be.
As a graduate student I knew it would take 2 years for my masters degree, and 7 for a phd if I chose (I did not). Funny, how when I am following my own path, I expect it to be faster. Patience. patience. patience. I should stick the word all over the walls.