Learning Curve

I have learned two things about my writing this week.

First, I cannot write sex scenes when there is anyone else in the house.

Second, my daughter is a more dedicated writer than I am.

Earlier in the week we were sitting in the living room watching America's Next Top Model. We both had our lap tops out, we both had the urge to write. It went something like this:

Her: plinkety plinkety plink plink plinkety plink
Me: tap tappa pause pause tap
Her: plinka plinka plinka plink plink plinkety
Me: tap tap pause tap pause delete delete delete

The end result:
Her: I only got ten pages done.
Me: Shut up and pass me the chips.

Check In

Yesterday may have been a total bust as far as writing went, but I did better today. I got about 600 words done on Changeling, which brings me to almost 2000 words total so far on the Sweatin' Challenge.

One of Those Days . . .

Have you ever had one of those days where you sit down to write and the words just flow out of you? You know what I mean, when the writing is so effortless that it’s a wonder your typing can keep up with the flow.

This is not one of those days.

Neither was yesterday.

Instead, this is one of those days where the writing is going nowhere fast. When the words are stuck so firmly in my head that even dynamite can’t shake them loose.

I’ve been sitting here in my office for the last couple of hours staring at the screen on my lap top and nothing. Don’t feel like reading; went to the AW message board for inspiration but didn’t find any; don’t really have any distractions.

Yet still I sit. The day outside is grey, cool and windy. Maybe my words have gone into hibernation for the winter.

Maybe I just need a nap.

Check In

I must admit, I'm a little disappointed in myself. I've only added another 750 words to my word count since my last check in.

My mind just keeps revolving, scattering my thoughts hither and yon. I'm doodling with words, not creating with them.

It's not that I don't know where to go with any of my WIP - I have oodles of ideas churning around inside this thick skull of mine. I just don't seem all that motivated to evict them from my head onto the page.

Maybe I'm afraid if I get rid of them by writing I'll have nothing left in my head. Hey, it's a thought!

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Missed It

You know, the problem with missed opportunities is that they seldom appear again.

Today was a breath-takingly beautiful day. The fall colours were extreme, the air was warm with just a breath of coolness, the sun was out in all its glory. I was even up by a decent hour.

But instead of getting out and enjoying the weather while it lasts, I piddled around at this and that. Then I decided to get some writing done which meant I had to shovel off my desk first (which was no one's fault but my own 'cause I started using it as a dumping ground).

Then I had a nap which I really didn't need and when I woke up went back to more picking up and piddling around.

The only good thing to come out of this story is the fact while I was sleeping I was visited by the plot bunny dream fairy who showed me how to get over a plot hurdle in Lost and Found.

So in the end, I guess the day wasn't a total loss. But I swear, if tomorrow is even half as beautiful as today was I'm going to get out there and enjoy it. Even if it's just to have a cup of tea on the deck.

Weather

Is it just me or does it seem like the weather gods are messing with us lately?

Yesterday was incredibly foggy. And the fog got worse the further from the lake you got, which makes no sense at all. The sunrise was beautiful though, it tinted the fog pink and then we got a thunder storm. So picture a pink sky with the sun trying to peer through, and flashes of lightning through the pink.

Then today it poured rain all day. And it's been getting steadily warmer. It's crazy, I tell you!

The cable was out last night, which turned out to be both a good and a bad thing. It was bad because I missed Smallville, and I was really looking forward to it! But it was good because without television or internet, I got some good writing done. For once I'm actually looking forward to the Sunday check-in.