*sigh*

The best laid plans to write are often laid to waste. Maybe if I just stop planning to write and just catch as catch can, it’ll happen more easily. Not today, though. I read over a bit of stuff at lunch and now I’m fading fast and have yet to open a file to write anything new or edit.

The problem is too many distractions. I can’t write and have anything else going on; TV, people around, pretty much anything drags me out of what I’m doing. Like now. Some guy is remodeling his townhouse on HGTV and my brain keeps ignoring my fingers on the keyboard and what they’re trying to do and paying attentiopn to the granite countetops and wood flooring. Must. Stop. Procrastinating.

It’s Thanksgiving at the Roark household and Daniel is meeting the extended family for the first time. A guy from England completely immersed in a Southern family gathering? Gotta be some culture shock in there someplace…

Breaking writer’s block

I’m not stuck, really I’m not. But not much writing has happened the past few days. No excuse really. I’m off from work, and have had the house to myself all day until DH gets home from work in the evenings. I swear it’s just laziness and/or my ADHD kicking in. Then there’s cleaning the house up. It actually looks like people live here now. And then there’s M*A*S*H reruns (what is currently distracting me).  And tomorrow I’ll be going to the Jacksonville Quilt Show with Mom.

Actually taking time out from writing does help me see it fresh when I get back to it. Distractions can inspire some too. Yesterday, while doing an impromptu cleaning of my office closet (I went in there to clear a space for the vaccum cleaner, which I ended up never using. It’s still sitting in the middle of the dining room floor), I had a new scene for Valerie and Daniel’s story come to me. Her house is vaguely based on mine (except her’s sits on a lake, mine is a good ten miles from the nearest body of water bigger than a retention pond). The house belonged to her parents, then her mother died and her father couldn’t bear to live there. Therefore there a lot of things left in the house for Valerie to go through. It makes sense that Daniel might help or end up there while she’s doing this chore. I haven’t yet decided where to put this scene in their relationship but it will go into the story somewhere, and it all came about because I was in the throes of a cleaning fit.

But ultimately for me, what it boils down to to break a block, is just sitting down with the laptop and getting words out of my head and onto the disc. It may be crap, it usually is, but if it ends up out of my head, I can edit my little heart out later. The first words to hit the page are garbage, but it’s the idea, the story they convey, that is what’s real. If I can get that down, the hard part is over for me. I can edit, revise, rewrite and rethink at this point. Getting the words out is the chore.

Happy Birthday to Me

Today, I am officially 18, with 25 years experience. (For the math challenged, such as myself, that’s 43). As per usual, I’ve taken next week off from work. I’ll try to write, finish the wedding quilt (for the wedding that happened back in March…) and generally try not to think too much. Work can be a mental strain and it’ll do me some good to have a nice empty head. (There are some that would argue that my head is that way much of the time. Who am I to disagree?)

I hope to have more to post to the Lallybroch Literary Forum. I get the best advice from those wonderful ladies. I am truly in awe of the talent there.

For now, I have chicken in the oven, Dr. Who on the TV, and the laptop in my.. well, my lap. I’m fairly content with things. Forty-something isn’t so bad.