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I'm finished.
No, I'm not really - there's several scenes/whole chapters left as a few dot points that need to be filled out, and there's quite a few things that I need to develop in my villain, my protagonist's history, both denouments, the emotional schism. There's all sorts of scenes left providing opportunities for both creativity and joining the dots.
I'm nowhere near finished.
But I'm finished. I'm just shy of 35,000 words, and last night I officially fell behind - not because I didn't have time to write, but because I'm out of energy. I would take a day off, but then I'd be even further behind, and...
Deep breaths.
The most horrible thing is that the words actually come if I sit there in front of my screen, staring at my word processor without allowing myself to be distracted. They're even not bad, as long as I haven't put it off until 11:30 when my eyes are drooping and my imagination flagging to the point where I go to bed simply because I know what I'm writing just isn't worth getting myself overtired for.
But the distractions are sooooo tempting! The couch! The Internet! That half-forgotten fanfic that's just come to mind! Looking for the perfect name for a character! Writing LJ entries that I'm too ashamed to post because people will realise how pathetic I am! Sleep!
Okay. I'm going to bed at 10pm tonight. No. Matter. What. Ten pm is my midnight tonight. I'm going to get some decent sleep, and wake up with a new perspective in the morning.
That leaves me with twenty minutes to eat dinner, half an hour to finish watching Criminal Intent while doing my wrist exercises, and two and a half hours to write. Under no circumstances will it be in that order. Two and a half hours is plenty of time to put on another couple of thousand words, even to catch all the way up to even.
The next time a distraction comes my way, I'm going to close my eyes, take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then go back to my story. If I find myself writing trite nothingness that makes me want to give up altogether, instead I will flick back to some other passage of trite skeletal nothingness that make me want to give up altogether and add some more meat onto its bones.
And I will get back on track.
Edit @ 10:02pm: 36,015 words. Not great, but not terrible, either. And I get to sleep.
No, I'm not really - there's several scenes/whole chapters left as a few dot points that need to be filled out, and there's quite a few things that I need to develop in my villain, my protagonist's history, both denouments, the emotional schism. There's all sorts of scenes left providing opportunities for both creativity and joining the dots.
I'm nowhere near finished.
But I'm finished. I'm just shy of 35,000 words, and last night I officially fell behind - not because I didn't have time to write, but because I'm out of energy. I would take a day off, but then I'd be even further behind, and...
Deep breaths.
The most horrible thing is that the words actually come if I sit there in front of my screen, staring at my word processor without allowing myself to be distracted. They're even not bad, as long as I haven't put it off until 11:30 when my eyes are drooping and my imagination flagging to the point where I go to bed simply because I know what I'm writing just isn't worth getting myself overtired for.
But the distractions are sooooo tempting! The couch! The Internet! That half-forgotten fanfic that's just come to mind! Looking for the perfect name for a character! Writing LJ entries that I'm too ashamed to post because people will realise how pathetic I am! Sleep!
Okay. I'm going to bed at 10pm tonight. No. Matter. What. Ten pm is my midnight tonight. I'm going to get some decent sleep, and wake up with a new perspective in the morning.
That leaves me with twenty minutes to eat dinner, half an hour to finish watching Criminal Intent while doing my wrist exercises, and two and a half hours to write. Under no circumstances will it be in that order. Two and a half hours is plenty of time to put on another couple of thousand words, even to catch all the way up to even.
The next time a distraction comes my way, I'm going to close my eyes, take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then go back to my story. If I find myself writing trite nothingness that makes me want to give up altogether, instead I will flick back to some other passage of trite skeletal nothingness that make me want to give up altogether and add some more meat onto its bones.
And I will get back on track.
Edit @ 10:02pm: 36,015 words. Not great, but not terrible, either. And I get to sleep.
