I wrote yesterday but only managed to squeak out 456 words. Given I have been cranking out an average of a 1000 every time I write, this felt like writing failure. And, I couldn’t quite “finish” the piece so I ended up abandoning it and going dress shopping (more on that in a minute).
Now I have 39 minutes to write this post and get it out there. I really want to keep my morning writing routine. At 6:51, I am getting a later start than usual and need to leave the house at 7:30. Pressure. Writing under pressure doesn’t flow so well. Writing what comes to me as I sit is very different than writing on a prescribed topic or under a time limit. Yesterday, I began (again) my challenge of re-writing my book Waiting for Jack. And, yesterday on my second attempt since the fire, I went down many paths none of which lead to many words on the page. I took a drive into town, got breakfast at Einstein’s, took the garbage out, browsed house plan books and websites. And, I was very very sleepy. I had planned to write all day yet it took me until 10am to even sit in front of the computer. A rusty 456 words later, I still wasn’t getting anywhere. I did do some cleaning of my email inbox however.
06 May, 2012 / 3 Comments