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lifeonqueen: (Misc - Caravaggio)
Sunday, February 4th, 2007 12:37 pm
Why must writing be so difficult?

Theoretically, I'm transcribing the pages I wrote in longhand last month. In reality, I'm trying to kill the tedium of the first scene and introduce some of the protagonist's motivations. It's turning really tell-y instead of show-y - is this any better than tedious? And I'm pages and pages behind on my page count for this week as switching my goal from writing every day to writing 20 pages a week (I write longhand in a composition book so 20 pages a week is a quite reasonable goal) caused a bit of a hiccup in my production. In other words, I need to write 18 pages today to make my goal (although I think I may give myself credit for the pages I type into Veronica Mac). For the coming week (which starts on Monday, not Sunday, in Cranky-land) is to write every day for a total of at least 20 pages a week. My ultimate goal is to write a novel this year: writing everyday, at least 20 pages a week, for the next 47 weeks.

I feel that this is a very reasonable goal, one completely within my grasp - even if actually committing that goal to 'paper' still makes me anxious. But I'm trying not to let the panic and the anxiety and the fearful 'ohmygodihavenotalent/imagination/abilityandnoonewilleverwanttopublishme' thoughts to drive me to throw away my pens and hide under my bed. This, unfortunately, is the hard part, harder than writing everyday or writing 20 pages a week - harder even than thinking up a plot or the right name for a character. For me, following my gut and finding the self-confidence to keep moving forward is the hardest part of writing.

Wish me luck.
lifeonqueen: (Misc - A Regency lady)
Monday, January 22nd, 2007 11:36 am
My office has gone "Breathable Atmosphere Optional" again this morning.

Even taking into account that I woke up feeling decidedly odd - as if I'd come down with a sudden middle-ear infection - the stinging eyes, uncontrollable yawning and general feeling of malaise I'm suffering would be more in tune with 3 pm on a Friday afternoon and not 10 on a Monday morning (when I actually went to bed the night before instead of waiting up for the Battlestar Galactica torrent). Needless to say, I'm finding it difficult to concentrate.

Wrote 500 words of Great Canadian Werewolf Adventure last night - got myself out of the conversation between 'Annie' and her court-appointed shrink that had turned interminable on me (that and I really have to decide on a motivation for 'Annie' and stick with it) - but felt too borderline this morning to sit and write before work. I felt a bit "gah, just see if you can get to work without throwing up - you promised the Boss that you wouldn't take any more sick days until April - worry about writing later." I do want to get at least 500 words in sometime today and I have a few things I need to work on in my journal about character and motivation.

Note to self:

  • I need to finish Christopher Hibbert's The Rise and Fall of the House of Medici tonight so I can take it back to the library tomorrow

  • Going through and returning one of the England guides wouldn't hurt either.


  • I think today is the 34th anniversary of Roe vs. Wade in the 'States. 600 Abortion-Related Bills a Year? Really? )