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BlackPearl of Leave
Nov. 2nd, 2017 09:49 pmBy writing whenever I wasn't busy doing something else today, and eating frozen pizza for dinner, I succeeded in writing over 2500 words and catching up with my required average word count, so I'm on track to finish again. The thing about doing NaNoWriMo is that one's blog becomes very uninteresting, because almost nothing happens but type, type, type. And if it does, it is exasperating.
One thing that happened today involved reading rather than writing. I was trying to find something I'd written earlier, and ended up browsing through old journal entries from 2004-2005. I may have mentioned before that my therapist once said I was a saint. I pooh-poohed this notion. After reading about all the things I was doing at that time, while trying to complete a novel and then novel revisions, I am forced to agree. Holy crap, I WAS a freaking saint! It was astonishing to contemplate the amount of time and energy I spent doing things for people--things that had nothing to do with writing. But here's my question: since I do so much less for people now, because I don't have nearly as much family nearby, why can't I write faster?? It seems I should be able to now that my sainthood has been revoked.
Oh, and one more thing I did . . . Oh lordy, not another how-to/self-help book!! I swore I wouldn't . . . but I was in the bookstore writing, and it jumped off the used book shelf: Find Your Focus Zone: An Effective New Plan to Defeat Distraction and Overload. I recently had conversations with more than one friend in which the problem of digital distraction came up. For only seven dollars, this book promises to deliver handy tips on what to do about it. I've learned one thing already: ask yourself, "What am I NOT doing?" It's not actually a "new" plan, since the book is ten years old, but it is new to me. Sigh. I'm the Imelda Marcos of self-help books.
One thing that happened today involved reading rather than writing. I was trying to find something I'd written earlier, and ended up browsing through old journal entries from 2004-2005. I may have mentioned before that my therapist once said I was a saint. I pooh-poohed this notion. After reading about all the things I was doing at that time, while trying to complete a novel and then novel revisions, I am forced to agree. Holy crap, I WAS a freaking saint! It was astonishing to contemplate the amount of time and energy I spent doing things for people--things that had nothing to do with writing. But here's my question: since I do so much less for people now, because I don't have nearly as much family nearby, why can't I write faster?? It seems I should be able to now that my sainthood has been revoked.
Oh, and one more thing I did . . . Oh lordy, not another how-to/self-help book!! I swore I wouldn't . . . but I was in the bookstore writing, and it jumped off the used book shelf: Find Your Focus Zone: An Effective New Plan to Defeat Distraction and Overload. I recently had conversations with more than one friend in which the problem of digital distraction came up. For only seven dollars, this book promises to deliver handy tips on what to do about it. I've learned one thing already: ask yourself, "What am I NOT doing?" It's not actually a "new" plan, since the book is ten years old, but it is new to me. Sigh. I'm the Imelda Marcos of self-help books.
