Today’s the first time for over a week that I’ve finished writing before midnight, and it’s nice to have a relaxing evening. I’ve been flitting in and out of the famous Week Two blues, alternating between confidence that everything is going to be fine and the utter conviction that I wouldn’t recognise a decent plot point if it came through the door with a gun. I also had the first ‘it’s midnight and I have 1000 words to go’ moment, which I hate. Hopefully I can avoid any more of those for the next two weeks.
- You don’t need a routine – you can write wherever and whenever you like (I just listened to Mur on The NanoMonkeys where she elabourates on this advice)
- The world is the same today as it was yesterday – anything that seems different, whether on the page or out there, is all in your head.
I didn’t understand what he meant by #2 at first, but it stuck with me throughout the evening and I’m beginning to see what he’s saying. It’s as much general life advice, I guess. Interesting. I’ve definitely been guilty of #1. I supposedly “can’t” write unless the dishes are done and the room is vaguely tidy. Bah. If I have to not do the washing up to break that habit, so be it 🙂 I’ve also developed the very stupid tick of checking my word count every paragraph. This is a bad idea in many ways, not least of which is that I don’t get into any kind of rhythm and am always aware of what I’m doing and how much is remaining. I’m determined not to do it tomorrow.