Day 54 – Weekly Progress Report

Current Project: Short Story Status: In Progress/On Time Time Spent: Writing: 14.15 hrs. Blogging: 4 hrs. Networking: 6 hrs. Reading:  8 hrs. This week flew by. My head is spinning. The biggest win this week was figuring out how to make my main character interesting. All my supporting characters are brilliant. They’ve got elaborate histories, personalities that pop, but my main character? She’s kinda eh. Her life was marked by restraint and avoidance. She was a mouse, the epitome of a wallflower, who found out much too late in life that she was afraid of all the wrong things. Her past is crucial to the story, but how do you make an uneventful life interesting? You can’t. Instead, I’m going to show how she breaks the pattern of her past in...

Day 53 – Saturdays Suck

Blogging on Saturday sucks. Writing on Saturdays suck. Especially on Saturdays like today when the is sky blue and the air so crisp.  I wanted to sit on a patio with a glass of wine and bask like a fat cat. The risk of not getting any writing done on a Saturday is sky high so I do it first thing after walking the dog. I tell myself just 30 minutes then you can play and then 30 minutes turn into an hour then two hours. Then I’m free to play and play I did. I made soup for a tree planting party this afternoon. A group of our friends spent the whole afternoon outside digging in the dirt and planting trees. Then we chopped veggies and threw them on the grill with sausages. All this out in the open with the wind blowing and a fire burning. Evenings like this are...

Day 52 – The Magic Number

Thirty is my magic number. It takes me 30 minutes of writing before I enter a flow state. Until that barrier is broken, writing is hard work. The whole time my brain threatens me with doubt and demands I redirect my attention to something more pleasurable. Like the pint of ice cream in the freezer and the latest episode of Downton Abbey. But if I fight like hell through those first 30 minutes, magic happens. Characters start to move by themselves. After 30 minutes, thinking stops and observation starts. Writing turns from work into creation and play. Flow is my drug of choice. Flow makes time fall away. It makes me forget the skin I’m in. Let me stay drunk of flow and I’ll pass my remaining days in delight. May what I do flow from me like a river, no...

Day 51 – History

Not much writing was done today because I had the opportunity to participate in a small piece of history. The first bitcoin ATM opened in Austin. A small group of enthusiasts gathered at the Handle Bar today to witness it’s opening and be the first to use it. I broke my schedule for this event because I listened to Margaret Atwood interviews on YouTube all week. This virtual currency thing seems straights out her novels. Usually I’d regret not getting a solid piece of writing done, but not today. This skip was worth it. The conversations I had this evening were refreshing. The cast of people new and enticing. They had things to say that made my brain tick a little different. Sometimes breaking your schedule is a good thing. Just don’t do it too...

Day 50 – What Would You Do?

What would you do if money were not object? Do you have an answer? Good. Now ask yourself this. If someone offered you $100 million to never [insert answer here], would you take it?