I’ve been doing a lot lately, changing things in my life, exploring and traveling. It’s just that time in the cycle of my life, time to do and change. I haven’t taken a lot of time for reflecting on these changes, what the long-reaching consequences are, how my philosophies and theories need to change to […]
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I was incredibly stupid last month. I changed one of my supplements (my 5-HTP.) As a result, writing became very difficult. Finally figured it out and changed back last Saturday. By Tuesday I was able to write again. Thursday fell into it easily, as well as today. It’s lovely, that joy, that deep novel place.
Yeah, I’ve been bad. Really bad. When I first looked at what I needed to do for rewriting the clockwork novel I said, “It will only take me two weeks.” But I had four weeks. So I could have worked really hard all four weeks and made the book even better, right? Hell no. See
During the end of the six week challenge, as well as immediately afterward, I felt as though I’d lowered the level of water in the old creative well. I didn’t drain it — water was still in the well, if I’d needed it, I could have gone deep enough to get at it. But it
Because there haven’t been enough updates about the fabulous princess, and I know some of you are just here for the kitty, right?
Didn’t write much last night. Figured it was some weird end of project blues. Felt somewhat out of it this AM. Still went to workout but left before workout actually started-felt worse during the warm up. Now I feel awful and am sick. Too sick to write even. Some kind of cold. Blek. I had
Just finished plotting out chapters 13, 14, and 15. Figured out part of the problem with the messy middle is too much reacting and not enough trying. End is a whole bunch of try-fail with hopefully a very resonating try-succeed. I’m so excited about this novel I can barely stand it. Turns out last week’s
I don’t know how much progress I’ve made this week. I think I’ve done 9000 words. We’re flying out today, and I always write in airports, so I think I’ll be close. I haven’t typed any of it yet, which is one of the reasons why I’m uncertain of the word count. This would be
Only wrote 1000 words tonight. Had too many things to do to get ready for the con. This leaves 6000 words to write during a con. *sigh* It’s okay if I don’t get it all done. I’d like to. But I’m not going to kill myself doing it. I’ve already accomplished so much. I want
I wrote 2000 words tonight. Which means 3000, not 4000, words so far for the week. I’m hoping I’ll get 2000 done tomorrow, so I can type up at least some of it on the plane. It was difficult to start, tonight. My heart hurt, between jaylake‘s news, and a friend who’s been diagnosed as