Day 114 – A Life In Pages

Pages. That’s how I measure life. How many pages did you fill today? This week? Month? Year? Days that don’t start with pages don’t go well. Like today. I overslept. My dog was hit with the irresistable urge to sit on the patio at 3AM for no good reason then I couldn’t get back to sleep for hours. It’s so much easier to be compassionate in the morning. To myself, others, and the neurotic character I’m writing at the moment. Momentum is harder to find in the afternoon and evening when it doesn’t start when the sun coming up. But I wonder how much of that is in my head. Maybe it just takes practice, writing later in the day. I don’t know. I just know that for now morning is my muse. That’s all we have, finally,...

Day 113 – Promises

I’m getting pretty good at keeping promises to myself. Writing promises anyway. Some of the other promises, particularly those dealing with cleaning, are broken more often than not. But the important promise are kept. I’m impatient these days though. Not with the promises. With life in general, my sail is set, the direction determines, the wind just hasn’t picked up yet and I haven’t been able to pull up anchor entirely from places and things I’d prefer not to be attached to. So it’s patience for now. But waiting is so exhausting. Anyway, I’ve been putting in extra time everyday on the short story because it’s overdue and I’m attending the SCBWR Conference in Houston this week. Squee! It just needs to be done....

Day 112 – Small Victories

Somehow, I fit 3 whole hours of writing in today, plus an hour of reading and before bed, I’ll finish critiques for memoir class tomorrow. I said no to a reading by the lovely Elizabeth McCracken tonight because I promised to socialize less and work more from here on out. It’s a small victory worth celebrating because I don’t do that enough. My short, a long blurt at first, is finally showing some promise of structure. To my great relief. I was beginning to worry that I was sitting on an amazing concept, but lacked the skill (not to mention patience) to make anything of it. I’m lucky to have a reader, they’re hard to come by, who sees the soul of my work through the crap of a first draft. She gets it. She can see what I’m after...

Day 111 – No For Now

I am a slow writer. I write meticulously, using as few words possible for the max amount of meaning. My pace right no now isn’t adequate, but the chances I’ll speed up are slim. I’ve always been a slow writer and reader. The only option is to increase writing time and increasing writing time means decreasing other things. Like socializing. It’s the only expendable activity on my plate right now. But I love my friends! Especially now, I’ve got two new people in the mix who are particularly interesting people and I’m afraid they’ll get the wrong idea if I start declining invitation for months on end. Do I really have to choose between time with friends and writing? For now, it’s the only choice. Socializing is a...

Day 110 – Progress Report

Current Project: Short Story Status: In Progress/Behind Schedule Time Spent: Writing: 12  hrs. Blogging: 6 hrs. Networking: 5 hrs. Reading:  5 hrs. I am a slow writer. Very slow. I need to up my hours. Cut back on other things. My social life throws me off. I love my friends. Going to readings and meetings are great, but I’m afraid it’s getting in the way. My schedule needs to be fine tuned. My early morning writing routine needs to continue during the weekend too. Writing in the middle of the day is tricky. Too many distractions. Too many excuses. Too much putting it off. This short story has to be done done done by the end of the week or else. There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where...