My day of "writing."

[gridlore]

So, finally a day to write.

I get up early after a good night's sleep, get through some mail and news, go get my paycheck, and at around 1300, I'm ready.

I have four subsectors worth of planetary details ready to be expounded upon, a 12 pack of Coke, and have been fed recently. Music is playing, all needed reference materials are within reach. I feel no need to go to the restroom, go have any sort of sexual relief, nor am I in any pain.

So why can't I write one coherent fucking word? This isn't rocket science, I'm just trying to get a hundred words or so about each planet on the screen, that's all I need, but I can't even get one sentence that fits together in place!

OK, do a diversion thing. So I work on a filk of Anwyn's Red Flag called Flaming Eye which is about Vilani privateers. Sketch an outline of a Dawson's Christian filk. But nothing for Trojan Reach.

Kirsten comes home, so I take a break. Watch some TV, read a little, do the dishes. I take her to the train station, and stop at Gamescape and our comic store, grab several things of interest. Watch the BBC news, ABC news Cantonese news for no reason.. Go back to the computer.

And still nothing.

Excuse me while I rip my hair out and bang my head on the wall trying to bust loose some ideas from the calcified remains of my brain.

Comments

Muses suck

[isomeme.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear you have the block thing going on...I absolutely hate it when that happens. Best advice I can give is to stop pushing if you can't dislodge it in the first hour or two, focus entirely elsewhere for the rest of that day, and circle back around to it the next morning. Continuing to try to force it just seems to jam the cork tighter, for me.

And go read the narrator's preamble to Henry V, and hear in it the Bard himself tearing his hair out as he tries to wrap mere words around the story in his head. Happens to quite literally the best of us.

Re: Muses suck

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

Well, I got some sleep, and have gotten some work done today. But when I accepted this assignment, I was working three days a week. Now I'm working five. Makes for a little more pressure, y'know?

I may ask Kirsten if she would mind having me drive her into work, and having her catch a ride home. That would reduce my commute time by an hour and a half, and give me that morning time for writing.