The phone rings. What to do?

It is strange how the minute, the exact minute that a person sits down to write, the phone rings. I mean, my fingers were suspended over the keys. But I answered it because it was one of my writing buddies, but according to all the writing gurus I should have ignored that call. But then, I live on my own, am I entitled to a little leeway on this particular rule?
Anyhoo, all through the call, I was a little bit freaked that I would lose my writing mojo. I didn't. Hurray! But it definitely got diluted. Booo!! I didn' t write for as long as I thought I would, but I did achieve my aim which was to tidy up the additions to the trunked story. I'm still thinking about the ending. Whether it needs a bit of a bump or whether it's good to go. Will think more tomorrow. Still haven't thought of a good name for my flash. Damn, damn, have to send it off on Monday. Hopefully I'll dream one up tonight, literally. I shall go to bed and think of it incessantly until I sleep. There, obsession or what?

Bad, bad, day so far. Another snow day, got up real late, dragged around, haven't written anything so far. Feel icky. Oh, well. Day is not over yet. There is hope.

Working

This blogging to myself seems to be really working. I can't wait to do some writing so I can come here and tell myself all about it. :)
Today we had a snow day from work. It must have taken about six hours worth of phone calls and texts to sort it all out though so it's well earned.
I wrote some more on the trunk story. The good news is that all the new bits have been written. They are as rough as, but they're done. Later on today I will go and shine them up. I have also slotted them into place, just must plane over the seams.
I don't seem ready to go gung-ho on the novel just yet. I'm doing world building and scene dreaming, (new term, just invented) and am happy with that for now. But not for long.

A so-so kind of a day today. I did my morning headquarters so felt a bit better having that done. Didn’t get up that early but still felt in charge of the day given that I had it all to myself. I don’t consider it too much of a sin because I was up till half four finishing a book I was reading. All part of the process.

Writing wise, mixed results. I dreamed up the first three potential opening scenes (oh, how many times will I come up with new opening scenes?) However, this angle feels right, whether or not these particular scenes and these particular words stick.) They transferred to the page, okish, very first draftish, well the first one did, the second, meh, and the third, well, I know where I’m going with it, but no, it’s not done.

My head is very scattered today. The roads are horrible with compacted ice and was awaiting word as to whether or not work is reopening. It is. Spent some part of evening on phone with colleagues ranting and worrying. It did fairly put a dent on my writing mojo. Note to self. Try to protect writing mojo.

I have written my goodbye post for my old blog. I’ve been thinking about deleting it for a while now, a couple of months and I’ve finally talked myself into the position where it doesn’t just feel right, it feels good. Like a weight of my shoulders. Writing, for me, is not a team sport.

Had a quick look at my trunked story, wrote some more into it. It’s coming out nice. Will go at it again tomorrow.

Bad day?

Yup, this wasn't so good of a day. Actually slept through my alarm. Not good. Didn't do my morning headquarters work either. That appears to be key. If I do it, I'm better than not. On the plus side, I critted two stories for friends and got two four crits back, all positive but with nit picky bits. Will work on that tomorrow. But yeah, it wasn't a great day.

It's a new day

Well I got up early (ish). Early for me anyway, and an improvement on what I've been doing. Will continue to work on this. I finished the flash. I think it needs a little bit of tweaking but it's mostly done. Now I'm going to send it to two friends to see do they get it.

I have a plan regarding Internet usage. This is a strange world where time moves in a very strange way. A wee look around turns into a three hour session. Trying to cut down to one hour a day has proved to be too much cold turkey. So my new plan is to only allow myself one hour at a time. If I want more, I can come back after an hour has passed. This ensures twelve WWW free hours every day at least. :)

Tomorrow, Pearls. Not all of it of course, but a beginning and damn it, it looks like the untrunkable story is pushing at that lid again.

The beauty of seclusion

I figure no one can find me here. So I can be real. I'm not trying to convince anyone, placate anyone, impress anyone, protect myself against anyone or anything. So here I can say I am having a little (BIG) problem with disorganisation. I am going to try and improve. Tomorrow I would like to get up early, (ISH) tidy a little, finish off my flash and start Pearls, as if it hasn't been started already. Then I need to make a writing timetable, oh, and never tell anyone about this blog. This is my record. I will post here once a week and record what's going on with me.