I recently posted an update on the progress of the Donkey Dreaming book, or rather, a Nup-date. I set an original publication deadline of September, but much like the BNT itself, the writing journey has proved to be altogether longer than first envisaged.
But along the way, I’ve found a few dos and don’t for myself. Don’t sit near the fridge. Don’t compare. Do break it down into manageable chunks. Do stay away from the cheese and other high-calorie snacks. Don’t wait for inspiration to strike. DO write every day.
And last but not least, DO warm up. I’ve found that blogging or producing other more vapid fluff helps me make the 5am transition from sleeping to writing with fewer brain tantrums and melt-downs.
However, so as not to inundate the Donkey Dreaming site with my pre-dawn musings on traffic or other things unrelated to the BNT, I’ve decided to create a new blog, titled ‘Where the West Commences’. I’ve moved all BNT unrelated content over there, and in addition to functioning as my brain dump space, it might occasionally have some worthwhile reading- bush walking reports, horse camping stuff, weekend travel adventures and other nerdified bits and pieces.
To kick it off, I’ve written an post on the politics of horse riding on the road and why I won’t buy a float. If you’re interested in following the blog or receiving updates, I’d be most flattered if you’d subscribe by heading over there.
Meanwhile, an Adventure is Brewing…
In other news, a mini-adventure is on the cards, this time with only two members of the Donkey Dreaming team…
For now, the donks are quite happy gorging themselves on spring grass and tormenting their (much inferior, apparently) paddock mates. Unlike Fly, they never stand at the gate and gaze into the distance, or get a spring in their step and a spark in thier eye on rare outings. No, these days Basil and Jasmine are content as paddock ornaments, and that’s just fine for now.
In the meantime, Z has been indulging in everything she couldn’t on the trail- homework, sleepovers, swimming lessons, dance clases. SHe is, unfortunately, all ‘trailed out’ for now. Any talk of extended journeys or roughing it usually results in sighs or shoulder droopage.
With a book to finish and a living to earn, 16 days will have to suffice for Fly and I to scratch our itchy feet once more.I’ll be sharing a bit of a report on the other blog…