I have been so sporadic in my posts lately. I’m sitting down to carve out a written schedule tomorrow because I’ve let several things fall by the wayside. Like my workouts. WHICH IS STUPID BECAUSE I WAS UP TO 4 TO 5 MILES A DAY! (There is such truth to the fact that you generally feel better about the world when you work out!)
There’s just a lot going on. Funny enough, not too much going on as far as physically running around. Yeah, we had a football dinner at the noisiest and messiest restaurant around tonight, but a lot of it is merely mind busyness.
The Deadline Dames will be launching next week and I’m very excited about it! That’s the fun work right now.
No, what’s making my face resemble the one above is a bump I’ve hit in my WIP. I instinctively know some personal issues are playing havoc with my mind. I’m pretty good at setting aside worries to work on my writing–at least I have been the last few years. But the things going on around here are pretty intense, so a little slack is forgivable, I suppose.
However, I’m just not that into being easy on myself. I have SO many things I want to accomplish and while some aspects of this business are out of my hands, lately my frustration levels have been high due to a return of my old perfectionism.
I know and I’ve reiterated here dozens of times that you simply have to give yourself permission to write a bad first draft. And I’ve blogged that a lot of procrastination comes from perfectionism. After my paying job went away at the end of September, I sat down and wrote 2/3 of a new novel. Then I stopped and polished up the first three chapters for a proposal. I sent it off to my agent at the beginning of December, then just kind of bleh. Yeah, bleh. I wrote on stuff here and there, started a new freaking novel and another short story, set those aside to focus on holiday and family stuff.
So January hits and I’m bright and shiny and ready to go. I hammer out great word counts for a few days, then I don’t know, I hit a wall. Yes, I plan to finish no matter what–love the story–but now I’m having to rethink a few things and feeling a little overwhelmed.
So, tomorrow, I’m rescheduling my time. Repeat after me, “Structure is good. Structure is my friend.”
First on the list? Workout. Second? My 3000 words a day goal.
Wait… my list might be done. 😉