I got 11 Likes on “In My Defense, It’s a Bad Headache.” For me, that is HUGE! I rarely get double digit Likes on my blog. When I do, I am pumped, as well as apprehensive. Now I have set myself a standard to maintain. Not to worry, though, I can only type what come out of my fingers and fevered (or feeble) brain, hit Publish, and hope for the best.
I thought today on Wuss-out Wednesday, I would share my current angst on my worst current wuss-out. As regular readers may guess, I am dropping the ball on a lot of fronts. A partial list includes fitness activities, dieting, house cleaning, general organization, yard work, and WRITING. I put it in caps, because it is the one I feel worst about. I used to write every day at work, during lunch and breaks. Only occasionally would I work on puzzles and very rarely would I bring in something to read. I’m still pretty good about not bring in stuff to read (largely because that is the hardest to tear myself away from and get back to work), but I am incessantly working on puzzles. What is my problem?
To make matters worse, I have some days off coming up. Days off! Wonderful! I can spend HOURS writing! Well, any writer can tell you, and may non-writers can guess, that to not write, not write, not write, and then think you can WRITE is the height of folly. The operative thing to do is to at least write a little on the days when you don’t have much time. Take some notes, have a project well in hand, then and only then, can one hope to meet with success when one attempts to utilize an unprecedented length of free time.
So I have been trying to begin a new novel, make some notes and get an outline written before my expected days off, then I can hit the ground running. Is that not a fantastic plan? Why am I not doing it? Oh, I am trying. I have written some notes. I think about it while I am working, sometimes dashing off a few notes while my machine cycles (no, it does not slow down my productivity, there is no reason to share this with my boss!). Some breaks I have managed to write some things down.
However, as my free time approaches, I feel I am nowhere near where I thought I would be. Come to think of it, I don’t know why I even thought I would be. When have I ever had my act together? When have I ever given the least appearance of having the various parts of my act in the basic vicinity of each other? What the hell, me?
I think on my bad blog days (like this one), I may be better off sharing pictures of monsters than my writing woes. After all, writing woes can get tiresome, but who doesn’t like monsters? So I will end with a picture of one of my favorites, and get back to work on that novel. Or maybe I should clean the living room…