Raindrops keep falling on my cat But that doesn’t mean I ought to wear her like a hat
Nothing seems to fit
‘Cause she keeps crawling off my
She keeps crawling off my head…
Yesterday’s word count: 50
Didn’t have a great day yesterday. It’s hard to write when your brain fights against you every step of the way. It’s just a combination of everything and a healthy dollop of Writer’s Doubt on top of it. Not Writer’s Block, but the sure and certain knowledge that every single word I write is absolute shit, no part of it is redeemable and the world would be a better place if I just stopped. Again.
(A lot of people would agree with the last part of that.)
I keep telling my brain that I’m not actually planning on letting anyone see this story. I fully agree that the world is a better place without my writing, but I’d like to be able to do it in the privacy of my own laptop nonetheless. Hopefully soon it’ll agree with me and I’ll be able to write more than a couple of hundred words. It’d be a lot more productive than dumping ridiculous song lyrics into my head every time I walk into the kitchen at any rate. The above is an example of what I got when I went to use the oven.
I don’t even know why it can do that but not provide an even marginally coherent narrative. Possibly because there’s only me in the kitchen, not me, a dog, a cat, three loud birds and my mother. No, I can’t get away with writing in the kitchen. The table’s too high (or the benches are too low) and it’s in desperate need of a tidy.
Well, no point in whining, even if there is only me here (and the crickets, of course). It’ll either get done or it won’t, and it’s right now looking like it’s veering towards “won’t.”
Not off to a great start there. Every time I sat down to write something either cropped up, or I got Told Things Very Loudly (no, ignoring it does not make it go away, it gets me shouted at instead). However, today is a very empty work day: an hour and a half in total. Bad for pay but good for writing… allegedly. How that plays out in reality we shall see.
Wish me luck! I’ll need all I can get. As my status report at the top of the JuNoWriMo spreadsheet says… Get on with it!
(Some light killing of noisy neighbours may need to occur first.)
I’ve been in need of some motivation lately. I have a lot of projects sitting barely started or half-finished (and I mean a lot), and I desperately need a push to get a few of them completed. So when I saw about JuNoWriMo a couple of days ago, I… not so much leapt at the chance as I dipped a toe in its vague direction. I don’t historically have a lot of luck with extracurricular NaNo experiences (and I’m increasingly struggling with the main NaNoWriMo event due to the complete absence of uninterrupted writing time I get) so I’m a little wary of this.
But at the same time, a kick up the backside to get Singer/Songwriter finished (and maybe even titled, who knows? certainly not me) would be a great help. It’s not like Blake and Marcus aren’t trying to progress through the plot without me or anything… (No, really. They’re getting further through the book than I am. This might help? But it probably won’t.)
So here I am, announcing with a certain degree of trepidation that I’m taking part in JuNoWriMo. Feel free to ask me how my writing is going (my comments are always open; empty – seriously, even the spam bots have given up – but open), and feel equally free to yell at me if I’m not making progress.