I wish I was still young enough to know everything.
I have a specific memory of being in, oh, probably 2nd or 3rd grade and being handed two worksheets. We were instructed to do the small, easy one first, and get it out of the way. Then we could work on the other for the rest of the time.
But I knew better. I reasoned (Well, it seemed reasonable at the time) that I should work on the harder one first. I obviously knew better than those teachers did.
I didn’t exactly get in trouble, but the teacher did come by and made me switch worksheets as instructed.
Unfortunately, I also have a bad habit of overcompensating.
“Do the little stuff first… get it out of the way…” is now my favorite form of procrastination. Today, as often happens on Saturdays, hubby has taken the kids away for the day. I have peace at home, and the idea is to do that writing thing I keep talking about. But even though I’ve turned off the TV (I like to write while half-watching documentaries on alien life, but there aren’t any on right now.) there are still dozens of little things I find I must do.
I must brew some more tea.
I must change the laundry over.
I must make sure the dog’s baby-pool has fresh water.
I must do dishes… OK, that one’s easy to ignore. I hate doing dishes.
These are all things that need to get done. I probably will take five minutes and change the laundry. I won’t sort or put it away, but I will move it from washer to dryer etc. I will brew some tea, because the alternative is going to the store and buying it ready made. I suppose I could drink water… then again, I’ve been thinking about using Sangria as a writing aide (Which, since I don’t really care for alcohol, isn’t as bad as it sounds. It’s very hard for me to get drunk simply because I just don’t care for the stuff.)
Am I getting distracted again?
Blame it on the Bossa Nova.
Oh! I wonder if Pandora has a station I could program with the Bossa Nova?
I digress. Apparently, I digress a lot. I should be writing interview questions for Leah Petersen…
No, I can do those even if the kids are around.
It is writing, getting into my WIP that takes concentration and sanctuary from distractions and interruptions.
My main WIP is still About Damn Time, AKA Mia & Aimei’s story. Coincidentally, it was Leah Petersen who did that wonderful 10 page crit for me on those first ten pages. I started rearranging it to get rid of the extreme info-dump, but then it got set aside. (Notice the passive voice there? Not I set it aside, but it got set aside. Golly gee, it wasn’t my fault…)
I also have a couple of semi-shorts (probably 7k) that I’d like to finish, and another novel that is faith-based with les/bi characters. I don’t mind setting aside the shorts; they’ve turned out to be more trouble than I anticipated and they might go in the back of the drawer. I want to finish one of the novels. It should be ADT since that’s the one I hope to market, and I want to spend NaNoWriMo this November writing the story that naturally follows.
A compromise, then. I’ll change the laundry one more time, find a Bossa Nova video on Youtube to illustrate this post, then I’ll go and figure out all the info-dump, screwed up POV mess that I left About Damn Time in well over a month ago, so I can finally send the re-done ten pages to the great Roni Loren, from whom I won a critique when I won Leah’s #5MinuteFiction on its first anniversary. Roni has been more than patient; she offered to wait till I took Leah’s critique and re-wrote my ten pages. But then I got scared, and busy, and… you get the idea.
I fell off the wagon for A Round of Words in 80 Days, but the nice thing about this goal is that I can climb back on and move forwards from here. “One K a Day”
It’s About Damn Time I got back to About Damn Time.
But first I must make myself an aluminum foil hat…
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You can say you fell off the wagon, but really you didn’t. The brainstorming is still there in the back of your mind. It bangs around inside your brain while dealing with the laundry, filling the dog’s pool, or making that tea. You know it is there, you can feel it inside your brain. The problem is, how are you going to fit it on the page.
Maybe if you fold it this way in your brain and then that way in your brain it will eventually come out looking nice and neat like that aluminum foil hat you made.
Cheer up we all hit that same spot. I know I did.
When the brain is ready it will spit out that wip faster than you can type. (aka…bigest cause of typos) at least that is where i believe all those typos came from that were in my story.
My problem now is the opposite of writers’ block. I have plenty that is rambling around inside, I wish I had more time to write!
You’re right about figuring out how to fit it on the page. But the nice thing is, I can write it different ways, then pick the best one and go with it.
I ended up rewriting the opening scene from a different character’s POV, and it solved several problems. I got rid of a lot of “info dump” and got what used to be 10ish pages down to 2,300 words.
Shout out to Lotus Bossanova Music Journal http://paper.li/Lotus_jazz/1308488109 for linking to this post! If you’re visiting from Lotus, welcome! Leave me a comment and say hi.
Repeat after me: I will not fear. Fear is the Mind-Killer. I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me.
Now. It’s About Damn Time you got back to work. 😉
Good luck this week!
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Ahhh…. I feel much better now!
That’s a nice mantra. Keep it up and use for some quality “butt in chair” time! *g*
Have a great week!
It’s the Bene Gesserit litany against fear from Frank Herbert’s “Dune”.
I’ve found it also works well in the New England winter if you substitute “snow” for “fear”.