Ever have one of those days where it feels like your brain is overloaded?
Maybe not overloaded.
Well. Okay, it’s overloaded. But it’s your own damned fault. You have stuff to do you just. don’t. want. to. do. it.
Wait. No. I’ve written something. A partial, scattered something but I’ve written something.
That’s more like it.
Me in a nutshell. Right there. I keep telling myself over, and over, and over, and bloody over that I’ll sit down and write my book. I also keep telling myself that I’ll write my college papers, that Sunday is still a good ways away and the fifteenth of June might as well be an eternity for all the time I have before my self-imposed “due date” is up.
Right. But it isn’t.
If experience has told me anything it’s that due dates creep up on you sooner rather than later and you’d better have something to show for yourself. There will be no pity and I refuse to get anything less than an “A” in both of my classes. Which is fine, one paper is done, the other is outlined. All I have to do is talk to my boss about the particulars of my work establishment and in two days it’ll be done. Blood on the Quarter is something else entirely. An entity as fickle as a sorority girl with too much to drink and blond roots.
That’s not to say it isn’t being written. I’m making some progress with it. I’m working on the ending. Well, a few chapters before the ending. Shut up. The story is there. And it’s changing. I can “see” the plot lines coming together. I’m watching the characters develop right in front of me and learning that Melanie can be a complete brat (at 25 no less!) and still have a man very much in love with her even if he doesn’t quite know he is yet.
It’s exhilarating. It’s fun. It’s damned scary.
I’m terrified of it. I desperately want to write it.
I just can’t seem to turn it off. The distractions, I mean.
OOH, look! Facebook!
OOH, look! Twitter!
OOH, look! Tumblr!
Again I point you to my second picture in this post. Pathetic, I know. But I’ve become an addict. I have a bloody routine in the morning which involves my iPad before I go walk my damned dog. If that doesn’t let you know how bad I’ve gotten, I don’t know what will.
I recently read a blog entry by one of two lovely ladies over at Two Indie Ladies. The entry told of how the author was able to disconnect from the internet (through no fault of her own) for five days. It worked wonders for her and her story. She wrote herself over a hump and made some real progress.
I’ll admit to jealousy when I read the post. And I will go further to admitting that I need a break. I need to be away from the internets and its stranglehold on my life and the time for writing I don’t seem to have. And I need to do it before my week long trip to Ireland at the end of the month. A trip which, depending on if I have class or not, I am seriously contemplating leaving my iPad at home.
Blood on the Quarter needs to be written so I can start work on the sequel (The Nightly Edition), editing my short story (Carousel), outline a new novel (Death By Default) and start work on a Nightwish inspired short story featuring Lizzie and what happens to her after she’s found face down in the Ponchartrain (as yet untitled).
I have work to do.
A lot of work to do.
As I’ve come to understand; writing isn’t just a hobby that’s picked up when it’s convenient. Writing a book is not convenient. Characters come to life and their stories need (demand) to be told. I want to give them their time. I want to tell all of their stories.
Sit down. Shut up. Write.
No more excuses.
Writing isn’t a job. It’s a lifestyle.