Sunday, December 19, 2004
I think I've had the world's most frustrating weekend. One, I'm getting sick. All in all, not terrifically a bad thing right now, since early onset of fever often means some intensive creative work gets until, of course, the illness sets in. Then it sucks. But I thought, hey, it's the weekend, I'll way exceed my target 857 words for Crimson City probably by thousands of words. Not. Distracted by this totally icky thing with something I won't mention but is irritating and vexing beyond belief. Son a bit unclear on the concept of "Leave Mommy alone right now she's busy writing!"
Also, I learned that my gym time has been extremely good and profitable time because I notebook what I'm going to write so I have a clue what to write about when I do write. No gym this weekend. So last night when I went to bed (having only slightly exceeded target) and not very happy with what I'd done, I realized, as I am staring at my notebook pages, that I needed to do something completely different. Doh.
So today, I did that, and that fixed the stupid stuff I did yesterday, but I still only not-quite-doubled my daily target today because of vexing and irritating situation mentioned above and because my son sat outside my door whining and when he wasn't whining, someone else would walk by and ask a totally stupid question, (Did you read in the paper about...?) and plus, I was not completely focused and so easily distracted by all this crud.
So, I made a big bold sign that I taped to my door, setting out my deadlines and my target word counts and listing what I had done so far. And of course, that was cause for quite a lot of comment and discussion right outside my door where I was thinking that 101 words in one day was probably a miracle rather than a disaster. But then son went to bed, the sign lost it's newness appeal and I finally got in a flow.
I am on target for having a complete MS in 100 days, leaving me 31 days to edit.
