The WIP and I became a couple on March 1st. It had seduced me with its come-hither gaze and promises of a lively, entertaining life together.
Needless to say, the love affair hasn’t gone all that well. Granted, we’ve only been together for, what, three weeks? You wouldn’t expect trouble in paradise this early, but the WIP can be draining and demanding. He wants a piece of me on a daily basis, and he wants it at night when I really should be in bed with my husband. He wants our rendezvous to be imaginative, fun, and lengthy, while I fight the urge to park my ass on the couch and channel surf. He gives me great highs: I go to places I’ve never been to before with him. But sometimes, the WIP bores me. And so, I’ve started cheating. Continue reading
Earlier this month, I decided to dedicate all of March to writing. Whether an article, blog post, bite-sized copy, or free writing, I simply wanted to flex my otherwise atrophied writing muscle. I set a goal: complete the first draft of a manuscript by the end of the month.
It’s now March 15, and I’m nowhere near the completion of a first draft.
I have scenes laid out on index cards (a great technique Robert Olen Butler describes in his book From Where You Dream). I wrote out the first scene. And then a couple of days later, started the next. And then…and then I was stuck. I think reality set in – I wasn’t going to have a first draft by the end of the month. I have bills to pay, and come April, I’d need to start looking for work, and then, when would I write? These thoughts permeated through every crevice of my being, and instead of focusing on the draft, I focused on “real life” issues.
I was stuck.
After kicking myself a few times for not being more productive, I decided it was okay not to write. Once I did, the world seemed to open up with inspiration. Continue reading