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Nov. 8th, 2010 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelYesterday, I had an excuse for not getting words. Yesterday was Family Birthday Celebration Fun Times, which took up pretty much the entirety of the day. At 10:30 I sat down to write and was too exhausted (was, in fact, tired enough that it took me a while to realize why I was so tired, what with the time change and all; my "extra hour" of sleep just meant that I got up at my normal time instead of early for church, and so my body still thought it was 11:30. After a long day of social stuff. Fun, yes, but hello, still an introvert.)
...so I threw together two sentences (all of 22 words zomg). 22.5% of the way in 23% of the time; not horrible by any count except the annoying perfectionist part of my brain that thinks that by the end of Day 7 I should be over 14k words.
Today, I thought, I would write. I mean, Saturday had been a good writing day; surely I could pull that off again!
Yeah, really not. It's 5:30, I've been at my computer all day, and I have zero words. The process has been along the lines of "check email. open scrivener window, stare at blank page. catch up on IRC. switch back to scrivener, stare at blank page. almost write a word but then think better of it. pull up ebz. remind self that self should be writing. self points out that five minutes of using up ebz actions won't hurt anything. get distracted by other blogs. start to switch back to scrivener, and get distracted by a gchat that I don't really want to even acknowledge but that will blink green at me until I at least click on it. switch back to scrivener. remind self of candies to use as writing fuel. go off in search of candies. forget what is being sought and stare longingly at basket of yarn before returning to computer. blank scrivener screen reminds self of sugar, but self decides is not worth the effort of trying again, especially as there are no clean spoons (aka instruments of getting sugar to my mouth) within easy reach anyway. flip through non-blank scrivener pages for inspiration; fail to find any. pull up a somewhat boring computer game as a way of tempting the muse out of hiding. have said game be suddenly epically fascinating. force self to pause game and flip back to scrivener. type a word ("the") and erase it. go back to the game."
It's not that I don't want to write. I mean, there are words for their own sake, and then there are the rewards I've promised myself (small chocolatey ones for 250 words, etc), and the things like WoW and knitting and pleasure-reading that I've told myself I shouldn't do until I hit the word count for the day.
I was totally wanting to whip out 3k (or at least 2k) and then spend the rest of the day playing wow and maybe watching last night's sherlock and stuff. Obviously, that is not happening.
(Promised rewards for getting things done never work as a motivator for me. Never have. It doesn't matter how much I want the reward -- it can be food, it can be yarn, it can be a pony, whatever. One time when I was ~12 my mom said she'd buy me a Nintendo system (I'd gotten hooked on Super Mario Bros at a friend's place) as a reward if I got my room clean, and it's not that I didn't try, but my room remained an utter mess despite my best (pathetic) efforts.)
...so I threw together two sentences (all of 22 words zomg). 22.5% of the way in 23% of the time; not horrible by any count except the annoying perfectionist part of my brain that thinks that by the end of Day 7 I should be over 14k words.
Today, I thought, I would write. I mean, Saturday had been a good writing day; surely I could pull that off again!
Yeah, really not. It's 5:30, I've been at my computer all day, and I have zero words. The process has been along the lines of "check email. open scrivener window, stare at blank page. catch up on IRC. switch back to scrivener, stare at blank page. almost write a word but then think better of it. pull up ebz. remind self that self should be writing. self points out that five minutes of using up ebz actions won't hurt anything. get distracted by other blogs. start to switch back to scrivener, and get distracted by a gchat that I don't really want to even acknowledge but that will blink green at me until I at least click on it. switch back to scrivener. remind self of candies to use as writing fuel. go off in search of candies. forget what is being sought and stare longingly at basket of yarn before returning to computer. blank scrivener screen reminds self of sugar, but self decides is not worth the effort of trying again, especially as there are no clean spoons (aka instruments of getting sugar to my mouth) within easy reach anyway. flip through non-blank scrivener pages for inspiration; fail to find any. pull up a somewhat boring computer game as a way of tempting the muse out of hiding. have said game be suddenly epically fascinating. force self to pause game and flip back to scrivener. type a word ("the") and erase it. go back to the game."
It's not that I don't want to write. I mean, there are words for their own sake, and then there are the rewards I've promised myself (small chocolatey ones for 250 words, etc), and the things like WoW and knitting and pleasure-reading that I've told myself I shouldn't do until I hit the word count for the day.
I was totally wanting to whip out 3k (or at least 2k) and then spend the rest of the day playing wow and maybe watching last night's sherlock and stuff. Obviously, that is not happening.
(Promised rewards for getting things done never work as a motivator for me. Never have. It doesn't matter how much I want the reward -- it can be food, it can be yarn, it can be a pony, whatever. One time when I was ~12 my mom said she'd buy me a Nintendo system (I'd gotten hooked on Super Mario Bros at a friend's place) as a reward if I got my room clean, and it's not that I didn't try, but my room remained an utter mess despite my best (pathetic) efforts.)