So much for ‘I’ll get a few thousand words written this weekend’. Not a one. The motivation I have to write seems to be in direct proportion to the amount of work I have to do, which understandably inhibits my productivity in both areas. I can hardly be blamed for wanting to spend my most productive time being productive in an area of my own choosing, but a girl’s gotta eat, and without a paying job that would be decidedly more optional.
That said, eating much less would definitely help in losing weight, to which end I am going to embark on a dry September again this year. Fingers crossed not drinking any alcohol for a month will inspire me to write as much as read.
The heart of the matter is, I prefer to write in daylight, away from a television, at a desk, and there simply isn’t a spot like that in the house. Perhaps patronising a coffee shop of an evening would allow me the time, but I’ve a strong suspicion I’d spend the entire time surfing the internet.
Then there’s the issue of story planning. As with most things, I’ve done my homework before embarking, but being a newbie I’m struggling to buckle down and write the bits I know need writing. I’m currently toying with the idea of writing a short story instead of a novel on this occasion. Perhaps once I’ve worked out with myself how to get a story down in words I’ll be able to get a longer one down.
I seem to spend a lot of this time wittering, and it reads to me more like the diary entries I used to do (15 volumes of ‘Bob’ from the age of 14 to 17. I got through a lot of notebooks) than structured snippets of writing. There’s a risk that structuring them will prove to be too much like the writing I already don’t do; that the work will overwhelm me. We’ll have to see if the tone and layout improve with practice.