kit (mizkit) wrote,

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learning curve

Besides the "print the book out when you're stuck" thing that you'd think I'd have learned by now, there are other learning curve bits you'd think I'd have picked up on by now. Like: time spent doing things for me is not actually wasted time that I should be spending writing, because it makes me happier than sitting there drawing blood from my veins trying to get words onto the paper.

I whine a lot about needing to get a life. For the first time it's actually come home to me that this is more of a genuine need than just feeling like I Should Be Doing Other Things. It's also about the fact that I tend to behave, when writing a book, as if nothing else is important. This results in a few days of gung-ho writing and then the words stop and I don't know why and I sit there glowering at the computer and struggling through a few hundred or couple thousand words and not enjoying myself at all while I wonder what the hell's wrong with me. But I don't let up, because hey, deadlines, and it gets progressively worse until I finally go *do* something else (*anything* else) and then I get up the next day and write 5200 words standing on my head. Which is what happened today, after a perfectly lousy day yesterday and a slightly less lousy one the day before and a not especially good one the day before that.

It's very easy for me to extend my stop-writing time, if I haven't hit my wordcount. That allows me to screw around when I should be writing, because hey, who really cares if I don't get the words done by 2, since there's nothing actually stopping me from staying at the computer until 5?

Well, *I* need to care. Staying at the computer until 5, when I've started at 7am, is insane. It also doesn't make me *any* more productive, although it does make me increasingly crabby. I need to impose a 2pm quit time, which means it's critically important I find something else to do--preferably out of the house to break me away from the computer entirely--by oh, say, 2:30pm several days a week. I would be happiest with myself if I went to the gym, but the only one worth going to is the Mardyke Arena in Cork, and I don't know if I'd do that. Anyway, I have to think about what exactly I'll do, but I will be a much happier person and writer if I turn the computer off at 2pm.

On a totally non-writing front, the people next door, who have spent the summer so far putting in a *lovely* conservatory and a largish brick deck and a swatch of green grass and another wooden deck with a storage unit on it, are in fact selling their house. I really, really like their back yard garden. I want their house. :)

I have to take a break from GG, because my internal monologue is starting to sound like the show. This is amusing, but not so good when I'm trying to write a book. One of the characters started sounding like Emily Gilmore. Gah.

Hey, lithera: Rogue did use this line in the Ultimate X-Men universe! I can't decide if I'm relieved somebody did it or disappointed that I didn't get there first (at least as far as actual publication was concerned :)). I still don't think they've used it in the 'real' universe, though.

miles to Isengard: 173.5
ytd wordcount: 226,100
Tags: daily life, fanboy, writing

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