OK, so I hit a low point yesterday. I actually went out and brought new writing garb, instead of sitting down and writing. I did! I went SHOPPING FOR WRITING CLOTHES instead of writing. My God, I'm pathetic.
OK, enough beating myself up. I had a hard weekend (personal crap that you won't hear about, unless you come over to see my new writing garb, in which case I'll bend your ear for hours, can't seem to talk about anything else) and this was my way of celebrating the fact I survived, more or less intact.
Actually, before I stalled, the writing was going quite well. Good new storylines that seem to work with what I've already put together, upping of the tension so my main character doesn't have to be insanely reactive, it's all good. My walls are starting to look like I'm planning an insane trip to somewhere not of this earth (which, actually, I am) as I make certain all the storylines meet in the right place, etc, but I can live with it. Just get me to the end!
Broke a rule of mine, and read something I wrote and sent away. It was what I had written for the 3 Day -- and you know, it wasn't half bad. I hated it when I boxed it up and sent it away, but now... well, let's just say I'm warming up to it. Haven't touched it -- hey it's not really here now -- but I have some stuff percolating, just in case I don't win.
Nothing yet from the publisher about Manhood Road. So, the cat's not dead yet. (No, not MY cat. It's the cat from the experiment -- never mind. It's a weird philosophical argument wrapped in a hypothetical science experiment that I read about one time.) And that's enough of that.
OK, avoiding time is over. Really. I just have to pick up a few things, do a little laundry, and vacuum, and I'm ready. Dust, how are the curtains looking? You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about here, don't you?
OK, enough. Word count to be hit.
3 comments:
Paint some walls, shovel the driveway, polish the silver...all might important things to be doing!
But still the computer is on, the little cursor blinking, as if saying 'hey...you...I'm...waiting'.
Luckily for me, I would never fall victim to procrastination (all my stuff is important and can't be considered stalling).
What are you doing reading this comment? Shouldn't you be doing something else?
The computer is staring...
You're right! The little cursor is blinking, taunting me .. so I'll JUSt answer this comment, and then I'll get right back to it. I promise.....
I know exactly what your talking about here... geeze, I mean why do we do it? You'd think we would find a way to write our words down before we do the other stuff that needs to be done.
Maybe we should hire personal assistants... then they could do everything that needs to be done and we could write...
Of course we would probably end up up spending three hours on writing a schedule for them, just because it's in a writers nature to procrastinate.
Oh dear...
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