So…yeah. Last week was a doozy. I’m tired of making excuses and all, but man. it sucked. I thought I was going to have all these opportunities to write and get caught up, but as the week went by (and I fell and I recovered and I felt better and I took a glucose test that made me sick and I recovered from that) the over-due writing kept stacking up.
It was a huge flashback to nanowrimo in November, and my “excuse” was largely the same: pregnant. Continue reading Lent 2010: Week 3
It turns out that I’m much better suited to giving something up than adding something in. I can handle the “withdrawal” issues of giving up chocolate or internet, or soda (not caffeine mind you, with true withdrawal issues) much easier than forcing myself to spend 30 minutes each day writing. Last week I was at 7 of 8, but only 5 of those were “on time”.
This week, I managed to pull off 4 of 7, plus make up for the one missed last week.
Continue reading Lent 2010: Week 2
So, I’m stuck.
This happens every so often. I start craving a specific type of story and I can’t let it go. If whatever I’m currently reading doesn’t fit the bill, I can’t focus on it. I’ve started three books in the last few days, questing for the “right” combination of voice, plot, and character and they’ve all been dissatisfying. I’ve flitted through my stack of books (both tangible and digital) over this same time and nothing even looks like it’s going to be the right fit for this craving.
The solution is somewhat obvious: write it.
Which works. It’s the primary reason fiction gets into and then out of my brain. The trouble is that until I have a better idea of what this story looks like, I can’t write it either. I flit from idea to idea the same way I do with the books. It’s like the craving itself is distracting me from fulfilling it. In the mean time i just, well, I flit.
And flitting is annoying.