Yesterday didn't go so well. I mean, I wrote, but it wasn't until about 11:30pm, when I got in bed alone, a few glasses of wine for the worse. Sudden inspiration struck, or maybe it was tipsiness, but I wrote. And it was such a relief -- I'd been trying ALL day to talk myself into writing, and I wasn't able to, not until that moment. Don't know what my problem was, just tired and a little blue. Actually went to bed in the middle of the day to nap and read. I think I've taken this vacation idea seriously. I think I'm ready to go back to work. I never thought I'd say that. Next Thursday is my first day back, and then I'll work ALL THE TIME to pay people for working for me while I was recovering, so I think I might live to regret those words.
But today, I'm here again. It's still morning, which is important in my mind. If I write before noon, the rest of the day is a gimmee. What I get done I get done. But no lines, no success.
I heard something the other day, something trite, and not true in all circumstances, but I'm embracing it for myself: You can't fail if you don't quit. In terms of chasing a dream, in terms of writing, as long as I keep doing it, I am succeeding. I love that. I can't fail if I don't quit. Period.
So here I am.
1. Saturday, August 18, 11:18
2. 1 hr (or 833 words, for our Ravelry mini-challenge)
3. I'll work on the T, she's going to move A away from C - oh, boy, I think I haven't plotted out what happens next, exactly. Will look at that, also.
4. 12:08, almost an hour, 65099, got my words done
5. This scene seems to be taking a long time to get on paper, but I don't really enjoy writing T that much. I'm not convinced this is a strong enough needs-to-be-here scene, but I'll finish it and decide later. Do need something to drive them apart again.
6. Tomorrow I'll finish this scene if it kills me and move A into Janet's office to discuss next project.
7. Tomorrow, in the morning, at the cafe.
I really, truly do better here at the coffeeshop. I have to remember that. As much as I sometimes don't want to leave the house, it's just easier here, with iTunes in my ears, drowing out the chatter and music, no cats, kittens, or dogs pulling at my legs, no chores to do, nothing to do but sit here and write.