This morning, I planned to work on my WIP. So far, instead, I have:
1. read a chapter in "Writing 21st Century Fiction";
2. showered;
3. considered creating a blog post concerning why my thoughts seem to be coming out in lists;
4. created, instead, an unpublishable blog post about plotting or pantsing, during which I (mostly) discouraged myself with the reminder that it's very possible to fail at either;
5. created a mental list of possible titles for my WIP (ranging from 'Burned' to 'Strawberry Jam and the Homesick Soul'--my attempt at the worst possible title, because after that, the right one will sound right... right?);
5. written, as an exercise, a paragraph of my WIP in which the action takes place completely in reverse (thank you, Martin Amis, for ''Time's Arrow");
6. replaced all my original commas in this post with semi-colons;
7. stared out the window at my view of hills, pock-marked with new housing development, and wondered about the death of the semi-colon; and
8. rehung my collection of cardigans so that all like-colours are grouped together.
Thus does 'Strawberry Jam and the Homesick Soul' come to life. Or not. Meanwhile, life will be a lot easier next time I'm wondering where all my yellow cardigans are.
Tuesday 9 April 2013
A morning in the writing life of an anxiety-struck second novel novelist.
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Can so relate to this anxiety. Amazing how clean the house is when you're trying to get to the blank page. Try writing the crapiest words you can with a deadline. Either a timer or when you have to go out somewhere and have only a few minutes. Once you break through the words will flow.
I've had mornings like this on and off for about... 8 years. I agree about the amazingly clean house. It's weird; I don't feel the urge to scrub pots when there are lessons to plan or my own assignments due. But as soon as I start thinking about the novel that I really need to write, I also think about the pantry that needs decluttering and how many pairs of shoes I should bag up to give to the local op-shop and that it's been far too long since I dusted behind the clothes drier.
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