| So I'm just sitting on my ass watching TV, drinking coffee, yelling at the dogs like the insolent children they are (only these little ingrates won't bring me the remote), when I realize. Um. It's Wednesday. I've got a blog to do. I'm such a frickin' slacker lately. Sorry word counts, lots of ideas and no follow-through. Oh yeah, I suck. Take the League book club, for instance. Where's that been? I can't even remember if we came close to picking a book (feel free to leave a suggestion, last time I asked, Black Magic Woman was mentioned quite a bit). Then there's my WIP. It seems I'll do just about anything to avoid it. Oh...not in my head, that thing is just about all I think about, it's just the actual sitting down and writing that's not happening. I may need to hit the skids and pick up some hot Ritalin or something. The exercise is helping a bit. Clearing my head. I nearly wrote 1000 words on Monday. Yesterday: 0. Bad, I know. I'm getting back on schedule. There's no ifs, ands or buts about that. I have to, the clock is running. So no more internet for the first 6 hours of my day. In and out for my scheduled blogs and that's it. I'll even need to limit my email checks. It's like I need to retrain my brain, create some new habits. I'm heading down the same road I travelled with Road Trip, so to speak. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Rush panicked through a first draft, heart beating like a jackhammer, stressed as shit. Must. Pull. It. Together. I'm off to do that. |
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Vas ist das "League book club"?
I'd be willing to give Black Magic Woman a go.
I just got my revision letter for ReVamped, though, so my reading will be severely curtailed until after I turn in the rewrite.
Now go write stuff!
;P
I've been stalling a bit in my writing as well.
I like my brain has the pedal to the floor, but my body is stuck in neutral.
I feel like, that should have read.
I certainly don't like it.
Bitch, bitch, bitch. Get to work, boys!
So that panicked, I'm-supposed-to-be-writing shit still happens after publication? First Stacia, now Mark - what the hell? Shouldn't you be lying to us about the glamorous lifestyle, the words flowing from your fingers like clear, mountain springs? Can I ask anymore questions?
I usually sit around eating bon bons as the words poop themselves onto the page. They smell like flowers... happy now?
Phew! Thanks Anton. My drug-induced fantasy of glitz and glam almost came crashing down around me. BTW - What exactly is a bon-bon?