Hail and well met, and also welcome; welcome to the 11th writing club update. Fun fact about the number 11: it’s only the tenth positive palindromic number, and it will be 11 more months before we encounter our next one (22). Wow.
The weather here has been exceptionally rainy lately, and so perfect for weeding, editing, and savouring moments over hot cups of ginger tea.
I hope you are all safe and that your ginger and writing projects remain free of mold.
Speaking of writing, this is a post about writing. And these are our writers:
Brave scrivenauts, out on the shoals of imagination. Wading through the pools of doubt, and mucking about in the mud of enlightenment. Probably talking with the crabs or clams of metaphor or simile or something, too…
As always dear passerby you’re welcome to join us for as long or short as you like – simply share what you’re working on and your goal for the next month, and I’ll add you to our list of illustrious weirdos.
Perhaps it’s a bit of a coping mechanism, but when I have an overarching goal I tend to label anything I do as “grist for the mill.” Reading? That’s research, definitely grist. Tech admin? Much grist – books are technological artefacts. Socializing? That goes to lived experience – very gristy. Relaxing? That’s battery recharging, perhaps the gristiest thing of all!
Hope your month goes well whatever you do with it. :)