I’ve joined Peter M. Ball’s Sunday Circle to help keep my writing on track. Follow along here or join in the fun over at Peter’s blog, Man Versus Bear.

What am I working on this week?

My writing schedule has been off kilter for the past couple of weeks. My laptop was in the shop getting repaired for 5 days, which meant no writing at all; I’ve been cramming films in for the final week of the French Film Festival; and my daughter has arrived for a 9 day visit.

Still I got along to a Shut Up & Write session yesterday and did some more work when I got home afterwards. I focused on rewriting and editing a few short stories that have been on my agenda for a while. I made some progress but am still tinkering around the edges with one and the other needs a lot more work. That’s the downside of being a “pantser” sometimes: I’ll end up with a sort-of story but it lacks direction. Then I’m stuck with making a decision to either chuck it or try to incorporate a new dimension. I usually choose the latter option.

What’s inspiring me this week?

Still really loving Rick McCrank’s Abandoned. In the episode I watched this week he went to Newfoundland in Canada. Fishing was once the mainstay of this remote area until commercial over-fishing, which started in the 1950s, completely decimated the fish population. No more fish, no more work, no more towns. It’s amazing to see all these tiny villages that have been “resettled” (i.e. the government cut off all energy and support so people had to move), which look like picturesque places from a distance and an eerie mess close up. There was one village that reinvented itself: Fogo Island, which has an amazing luxury hotel and also runs artists’ residencies. Apparently all this is due to one former resident who made a heap of money in the tech boom and decided to invest it in the place she grew up in. Ah, the power of money when it’s in the hands of someone with  a positive vision and purpose.

What part of my project am I avoiding?

Apart from trying to get back on track with my writing after being without my laptop, I’m avoiding putting together the bookcase I ordered. The missing piece has finally arrived, but unfortunately any motivation I had to put the bloody thing together has now gone missing. I suppose I’ll do it when I get sick of stepping over all the pieces of it lying around.