Day 271 – Progress Report

Current Project: Memoir Status: In Progress Time Spent:  Writing: 21 hrs. Blogging: 2 hrs. Networking:  0 hrs. Reading: 10 hrs. Words: ??? Last week blew, but this week rocked. Twenty hours is the magic number. A writer I know had a teacher in college who insisted that you won’t see significant progress in your career if you aren’t writing at least 20 hours a week and after my experience last week, I kinda believe it. I don’t know what my word count is because I lost track because of edits. Usually, I’ve been writing in beats that kinda frame up as short stories because if I think of this project as a book I panic. However, this week I put all my completed beats into a single document and edited them so that they’d hang together....

Day 269 – Filling the Well

I’m filling the well this week by not blogging. Blogging everyday brings me down. When I was working on shorter projects, blogging everyday was easier, but blogging while working on a long project that is intensely emotional sucks. So going forward, I will blogging less. Sorry. Not sorry. I have to cut back in order to make more headway on my project and to reflect on that project in a non-public way. And man do I need to knock out some fresh stuff asap. I’m turning in a chunk for critique on October 1st. I’m turning in a revision of my first pages as well as some new pages that I’m feeling confident about so far. My voice is changing and my memoir is reading a bit more like memoir than fiction, which is a good thing for pacing I think....

Day 266 – Writers are Weird

Writers are a weird group. Writers need other writers, but we’re shitty and competitive and insecure and generally assholes to one another more often than we probably need to. Sadly, it’s usually the most talented writers that are targeted in group critique. You’d think talent and successful execution of your craft would make you immune to such attacks, but in some groups getting something write means people will knit-pick the crap out of the tiniest detail. Writers are imperfect people, imperfect people get jealous, and jealousy makes decent people do shitty things. I’ve done it (and cringe thinking back on it. GACK!). A few years ago, I made a conscious decision to stop indulging in those kinds of criticism frenzies. Participating in the...

Day 264 – Winning

Last week was bad so I started this week with a bang by heading out to my favorite local cafe early. I got a solid 4 hours of writing done then rewarded myself with a nice home cooked meal before doing myself another favor by cleaning out my fridge. I let too many things slide the last couple weeks. I got behind on laundry first, then skipped taking vitamins, then I quit planning my meals and so started my decline into the I have so many things to catch up on, nothing is worth doing. I slept too much, read too much, and wasted too much time watching cute animal videos on Facebook. Must be nice, right? It isn’t. Don’t be jealous. I felt like crap. Yes, I’m pretty sure I had a bug too, but the fact is the work that matters to me most didn’t...

Day 263 – Progress Report

Current Project: Memoir Status: In Progress Time Spent:  Writing: 6 hrs. Blogging: 2 hrs. Networking:  3 hrs. Reading: 12 hrs. Words: 246 I blew it this week and there is no excuse really. I felt down, really down. Don’t wanna get out of bed kinda down. Everyday this week, this project seemed like a huge mistake, an inevitable failure. HUGE EMBARRASSMENT. Those were just a few of the shitty things going through my head anyway. In my defense, I may have had a bug or horrific allergies, who knows. Whatever it was, I couldn’t figure out if I was sick or slipping into a depressive episode. It feels the same to me, sickness and depression. Exactly the same so I panic every time I feel a general malaise coming on. Anyway, I blew it. I couldn’t face my...