One Day for Writing

The year that was 2020, also know as the year that never was, ate a part of my soul. Anything that could go wrong went wrong and I’m still bloody lucky.

The year made me reflect, it made me angry, sad and everything else you could imagine. Greif and Joy make strange bedfellows.

A thousand years ago in 2019 I had made plans of things I was going to do with the site, how much writing I was going to do and research. All of that came to nought.

I did manage to finish my outline/first draft of my novel but that’s it. Output has been appalling generally.

Lately whenever I have attempted to start to write, no matter where I am and using whatever medium I have to hand, I still get disturbed. Then there’s the loss of flow and that’s the entire day, kaput. Maybe that’s my own fault and maybe that’s just an excuse.

The household has been advised when I sit to write I’ll be doing it in a certain space on a certain day of the week.

<p value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">I was once told that “the weekend is where your passions go to die” which in some ways is fair. However, I don’t have the luxury, energy or mental capacity to write after finishing work. and Saturday is filled with domestic obligations so here we are. Writing on a Sunday. A single day to cram all my creativity either with my novel second draft or a short story. At least I’m carving out a space in my life for this and it’s better than just letting it die.I was once told that “the weekend is where your passions go to die” which in some ways is fair. However, I don’t have the luxury, energy or mental capacity to write after finishing work. and Saturday is filled with domestic obligations so here we are. Writing on a Sunday. A single day to cram all my creativity either with my novel second draft or a short story. At least I’m carving out a space in my life for this and it’s better than just letting it die.

Suggestion Saturday

I’m trying to start a thing. What I’m doing is suggestion Saturday #suggestionsaturday. You suggest a story and I write it. I’ll probably post them on Story Sunday. So if you’re interested pass it along and lets get this hack writer hacking.

Please feel free to send me suggestions in any way you feel comfortable, you can tweet, DM, Facebook messenger or e-mail. I’m open to all communication and hopefully you and others will send along story suggestions and be happy with the result.

Please help me get this trending.

The Process

I’ve been off from work this week. Not like I can go anywhere, and I can’t do much about the house, so I’ve been writing. Honestly, I’ve been getting more output done in this one week than months before. Mostly this is because I literally can not do anything other than play games, watch tv or write.

I borrowed an old typewriter off my other half and started hitting away at the keys. This seems to be my process. I have a very rough idea of what I want to get out as a story. Then I start writing it out in the barest of bones on the typewriter. Then naturally, I need to transcribe it all onto a word document and as I’m doing so rewrite. I’ve been adding texture and depth to characters that I hadn’t even considered.

Writing out stuff on the typewriter has also helped in that I’ve created characters I really hate and bits of plot that I actually have no idea where they are going to go. It’s interesting. I know how things will end and I knew how things started but getting from point A to point Z if fascinating.

Seems that I may have a process. I didn’t know this was even a thing. Now to get a better typewriter that doesn’t need the ribbon pulled through every twenty words.

Decisions, decisions

Trying to write is hard.

PreviouslyI’ve talked about my novel and what I should do. Honestly, I think that I’ve missed the boat with the one I’ve been working on. So, I’ve decided to shelve the idea and move on to something different.

If feels like a defeat. Not finishing something that I’ve started makes me think that I’ve not got it to actually produce anything.

However, I’ve learned a lot during the previous process. Knowing when to bow out it probably something important. Hitting my head off a metaphoric brick wall is probably not conducive to further creativity.

I’ve also learned how to get my arse in gear and get stuff done.

So now on to the outline and trying to flesh out the whole thing.

In case your were wondering, moving on from weird to Space Opera!

Frustrated at anger

Yesterday I wrote a scathing and immature view of people who do self-promotion etc for their art or product. I had become angry at seeing stuff pushed by people I don’t know for things in which I have no interest.

I am very bloody lucky that I was smart enough to schedule the post and not hit publish straight away.

I am even luckier that I deleted the post this morning after thinking down some of my own arguments in the post. A thing I wish more people would do.

The conclusion I’ve arrived at is, if I’m not interested in or dislike something I can just scroll by, not participate and keep on going. I don’t have to tear down somebody else to feel superior. I just need not engage. This is especially important now when so many artists are operating on such fine margins between paying the bills and being out on the street.

What has gotten me, is the sheer level of irritation and anger. Where does it come from? Jealousy and envy for sure, these people are accomplishing so much more than I ever will during this whole period of my life. Anger that I’m working while my furloughed neighbours can enjoy the time with their families. Anger at people not obeying the rules which will make this whole thing last longer than it should. You name something and I have a passionate view on it.

I have always been a person who is what would be considered hot tempered. What it really is, is more to do with my own failings as a person which I’m trying to change. Primarily driven out of frustration.

That’s what’s going on really, right now. I’m frustrated because of so many things. Mostly about the lack of time to do things or the lack of ability. I am on the fence about my novel. I’m lost when it comes to inspiration. When I do sit down to write, bam! Distraction.

Inspiration is fleeting, that’s why I’m writing nonsense posts. Energy is variable at best. Yes, I know if I exercised, I’d have more energy but trying to balance everything that ensures balanced energy is also a fleeting mistress. The other thing is time. Time for my own stuff is much more limited under lockdown than I imagined it would be.

Having all three elements come together like a magical productivity cake, well that’s just madness.

The frustration continues…..

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