What I was doing was… Needing to work on something (novel? The play? Some other thing?) and create some big finish for this last day of a year long effort. I struggled all day to come up with the perfect end and eventually I found the extract right thing: I decided to just stop. I have spent one year showing up each day for at least 15 minutes to do
What I was doing was… And I’m done… no not quite, 2020 was a bloody leap year and 366 days will be up tomorrow so… intending to write a few thousand words of the novel today. Instead I decided to take a few hours to type up the five scenes of the play I came up with last week, and noodle around with them until they flowed okay. I’ve really
What I was doing was… Beginning the next chapter of this draft of the novel, figuring I’d find an hour before the day got too hot to get into it. Just did my bare minimum of 15 minutes, outlining the chapter. Found it difficult to turn the plot outline summary into something especially inspiring so decided to knock it on the head and go for an evening swim instead. Felt
What I was doing was… Ugh, writing in the heat! Finished up a chapter with a little 800 word sprint. Finally managed to get myself to sit down and do something once the afternoon sun had past and I had soaked my shirt to cool off long enough to engaged my brain beyond chain-watching episodes of The Wire (first time, it’s good). Feeling stuffy because I haven’t left the house
What I was doing was… Writing writing writing while melting melting melting and aiming to finish a chapter. Wrote 2000 or so more words on the novel draft. Took a little help from the Writers Emergency Pack which spun off an idea about how to externalise what plot wise seemed a very internal scene -quite similar to an issue I had with an earlier chapter (maybe this will make me