I must confess, whinily, that I do not want to tear myself away from this stupid novel to do anything else. i am getting very close now, very close to being finished, and I heartily resent a) work, b) errands and real life, and c) (ridiculous as this is) this upcoming vacation. I seem to have supremely poor timing in managing to get focused on it. Right now I feel like if I could just spend another three days like the three I spent this week, I've finally finished enough of it that it's a downhill slide from here on out.
But of course... I don't have three days.
So.
The solution is, of course, to put it aside, compose myself, and come back to it. I will have three days, soon. But will I be focused then?
Maybe.
I'm just such a melodramatic baby that I always have this feeling, when it comes to writing, that it's now or never if I'm in the mood. Which is bollocks. All those times when I had a paper due or an exam coming up and I was suddenly stricken with The Spirit?
That's called Procrastination, and it happened because I am seriously, sincerely, the most pathetic, laziest bastard in the Universe.
Meanwhile. I am still in bed. I need to get out of bed. I have to pack my suitcases today, because tonight Z is taking me to see the Shannon Curfman show. And my feet hurt already. I am going to be a wreck on Sunday. I am going to be useless on Sunday. And somehow I have to work 8 hours on Sunday and then drive for 16. So. Time to do something, today, because I really, really am not going to be able to later.
Mostly I think it's just that I have some sort of pathological laziness about deadlines.
And, also, that novel is really close to done.
But of course... I don't have three days.
So.
The solution is, of course, to put it aside, compose myself, and come back to it. I will have three days, soon. But will I be focused then?
Maybe.
I'm just such a melodramatic baby that I always have this feeling, when it comes to writing, that it's now or never if I'm in the mood. Which is bollocks. All those times when I had a paper due or an exam coming up and I was suddenly stricken with The Spirit?
That's called Procrastination, and it happened because I am seriously, sincerely, the most pathetic, laziest bastard in the Universe.
Meanwhile. I am still in bed. I need to get out of bed. I have to pack my suitcases today, because tonight Z is taking me to see the Shannon Curfman show. And my feet hurt already. I am going to be a wreck on Sunday. I am going to be useless on Sunday. And somehow I have to work 8 hours on Sunday and then drive for 16. So. Time to do something, today, because I really, really am not going to be able to later.
Mostly I think it's just that I have some sort of pathological laziness about deadlines.
And, also, that novel is really close to done.
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Date: 2006-02-04 01:52 pm (UTC)*shakes pom poms*
You're going to make it. And that trip could be just the thing to feed the muse. just remember to have pens and scraps of paper handy in case you have an idea but cannot reach laptop.
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Date: 2006-02-04 02:29 pm (UTC)