24K and holding

Having a rough time making it to 30,000 words as promised. Have not even made it to 25K. I like the story. I'd rather someone else wrote it and I read it. Anyway, to waste time I've wordled my draft. Too many "well"s and "Yes"s. Oh well, it is after all a draft and, yes, I will be editing it. Feel I have let the team down rather badly by not making 30K by Wednesday and I won't make 40K by Monday. However, all it takes is less than 3K a day until the end of the month and I will make it to 50K. That will have to do.

Monty Python Talks About... Writing

Can't write? Then watch videos about writing instead. Just thinking this morning that writing a novel this year is a lot like directing a carriage pulled by four runaway horses. Exhilarating and frightening. I can only take so much of it. But it is fun. Promise to get to 30,000 today.

road block

I'm at that point again where I don't angrily give up or through embarrassment stop churning out stupid plot points. It's actually cooler than that. I feel it's all not worth the time and effort. I lose interest. It's not important. It's not worth getting worked up over. Writing a novel is no more important that say whether I do the laundry today or tomorrow or whether I take up dancing. It has that much effect on my life. That's how it seems.

I did write yesterday and I plan to write today. However, I am behind and will most likely stay behind unless this post has broken open that log jam of unimportance. Writer's block is a subtle thing. It is not obvious. If it were then it were obviously overcome. It's the thing that suddenly finds me greatly interested in and full of energy for housework. Doing the dishes was never more fun. Cleaning the bathroom is a gift from the gods. That's writer's block. Anything that is usually onerous and boring is now the most exciting thing on earth. Because it takes the place of writing. Because my real job, the one that matters in the great scheme of things, is to be a good housekeeper.

There's no point in asking why. Much better to seize the opportunity to get some housework done and let the writing take care of itself. I can no more stop writing than I can stop breathing. Time cures all ills.

From the Chair

I've just realized that everything an author needs to do: writing, networking, meet and greet, book signing and interviews, oh, and publicity can be done from this one chair I'm sitting in. Yikes! Threat of ultimate bottom spread and extreme bad health. I definitely need to build time out of the chair and on my feet, preferably face-to-face with others, into my routine. Scary thought.

I'm busy today building up my word count and working on other projects that will, hopefully, in time bring money into my checking account. Or any other account I own. I'm not picky. Want to donate to me? It's easy. Send me an email.