What’s the hardest part about writing for me? It’s admitting that I’m not going to be very productive for a session and walking away from the keyboard. I get obsessive when I have a goal in front of me. Right now, that goal is to write a haunted house story. Also right now, I put in 68 words in the morning. My writing goal is 750.
My brain is squabbling like a couple of three-year-olds over a stuffed bear.
Half of my brain is screaming at me to work. In the most math-ly sort of way it can work, it’s telling me that 68 is far, far, far less than 750 and that it won’t do. I need to get over this, quick screwing around, and get to work.
The other half is saying that you can’t get blood out of a stone. As much as I stare at the screen – those 68 words are going to be the most I am getting today because I haven’t really plotted out the rest of this chapter. If anything needs to get done, I need to figure out what’s next and write that.
You can see my problem.
I need to follow my wife’s advice and not let it bother me.
It’s bothering me.
It always bothers me. I’m a writer. I should be writing now, rather than staring at the last sentence I wrote a few minutes ago.
I’ll bet King never had to deal with this.
Sorry this isn’t the rampant positivity and humor I try to exude with each post, but it’s really bugging me today and I needed to vent.
I think I’m going to end this here and try to put all of this out of my mind and let myself turn this little box over in my mind.