Oct 19, 2024
I have had the entire day to myself to write.
I started a new notebook. I finally got an actual desk chair. It's been quiet and calm all day. There has been no one around to distract me.
Guess how much writing I got done?
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I have had the entire day to myself to write.
I started a new notebook. I finally got an actual desk chair. It's been quiet and calm all day. There has been no one around to distract me.
Guess how much writing I got done?
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Things writers do when they say they're going write
Make character aesthetics
Research names for unimportant characters
Make music playlists for their WIP
Write irrelevant scenes with their characters
Daydream about writing their WIP
Create mockup covers for their WIP
How my executive dysfunction is functioning today:
1. I’d really like to write.
2. Before I do that I have to clean off my desk.
3. My desk is covered in laundry, so first I have to hang up my laundry, then clean up the stuff under the laundry.
4. If I do that I may as well clean my entire room. I won’t be able to focus on my writing unless it’s clean.
5. If I’m cleaning my room I really should sweep my floor.
6. If I’m sweeping I should mop.
7. If I’m going to mop I may as well mop the whole apartment -- which means I have to sweep everything, but first I have to clean up everything.
8. That means I have to take out the trash.
9. If I’m taking out the trash I may as well take out the recycling.
10. Taking out the recycling is a big job. Since I don’t want to do that I think I’ll just lay in bed with the curtains closed all day and not write at all.
Radio Silence
Yes, it’s been very quiet around here.
Yes, it will probably remain very quiet around here.
I’m having fun writing with other people in a forum RPG, and I do not feel bad about neglecting my “own” writing one little bit. But it does mean that I don’t have much to post in this blog until November rolls around again.
Which is to say, I’ve already decided what I’m writing in November. I’ll be continuing the project I began with 2016′s NaNoWriMo, and writing more short stories/novellas for that.
[that was before I had this blog on Tumblr, so there are no updates on that, but it was the project that spawned Wildfire]
That is all. Thank you, and goodnight.
That weird zone between “young adult” and “adult” where everyone’s 16-24 and finally getting over their shitty traumatic adolescence but now they need to be adults and go to college or get a job and pay the rent and nobody prepared them for this shit and they still need adult help but they are the adults now and it’s like a coming-of-age story all over again but this time with sex and drugs and punk rock and the very real threat of fucking dying?
That.
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It's been roughly... 6 months since I've written anything outside of essays and assignments. I have put some work into my series bible updates and jotted down a few new story ideas, but little else.
And my logical brain says that's just the nature of senior year and this lull will pass, but it still makes me feel like a tiger pacing in a zoo. It makes me anxious that I don't feel anxious to write, like I did before.
I Was Going To Write, But Then My Three Year Old Climbed On To My Lap, And Now I Am Trapped.
The title of my book, if I was ever able to write.
I was going to write today but instead I'm eating lasagna and playing The Sims because I just don't have patience for real time milestones at the moment.