
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Waning Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant
I had so much trouble focusing yesterday. I kept procrastinating, using any possible excuse not to focus on what needed to be done. I don’t know why — I’m usually pretty good at getting down to it. It’s almost as though the fact it was quiet threw me more than the usual noise.
I got a chunk of “Digging” done and I think the first part is in good enough shape so I can get it up. I wanted to write the whole thing before I sent out the first part, but that’s just not going to happen. The first part will go out this week, and I just have to make sure that I continue work on it every day until it’s done — hopefully, I’ll have the whole thing done and the whole thing edited before Part II has to go out next month.
Yes, I realize you don’t know what “Digging” is, but all will be revealed soon.
I ran some errands in the early afternoon, took a nap, ordered some books I need, and puttered around a bit, trying to get focused. I did some research for a piece that’s percolating.
I had a great evening writing session on something temporarily called Untitled Blair Holland Project. It’s on fire. I had another great session on it this morning, writing over 1500 words.
I’m going to grab a bite of breakfast, and then do some more work on “Digging”, Untitled Blair Holland, and finish the essay copy edits, so I can get those out to my editor today.
I slept in until seven, which means I was late getting to the desk, but at least I feel somewhat refreshed.
Devon
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Glad you felt rested today. I hope things continue to move along for you. Best thoughts for a good day of writing.
In a perfect world, I’d be writing a lot more, percolating different writing projects and tying up others. But I have 4 children, amazing children, really, and the tug-o-war never ends for me between writing and mothering. Except late at night when they are asleep and then I write as long as I can stay awake.
Maybe the noise is a way of telling you to take time just for you, not writing, not plotting, not anything but listening and resting. I find that sometimes. When I’m reading a book and my mind is thinking of how I should be multi-tasking, I know I’m too stressed.