The Holidays have come and gone, and my writing habits suffered. I took
the entire week between Christmas and New Year's off, and now I'm
finding it hard to get back into the groove. I might try to NOT take
the week off from now on, but it wasn't entirely a sign of sloth, since
there were a number of family obligations that more-or-less consumed my
waking hours. That's not a real excuse, since, had I put in a little
effort, and maybe just did a few things each day -- if I did an hour or
so of writing, maybe, I likely would be in better shape right now.
That's speculation, though, so I'm not going to lay a guilt trip on
myself here. It's just a matter of gearing up.
Very likely, I'll get back up to speed in the next couple of days, and
the search for a repeatable "method" could be as fruitless and
consumptive of time as anything else. Well, ALMOST anything else --
writing this phlog update is helpful; just stringing words together and
tapping away is very helpful. There's nothing like working to get your
work done.
The real issue, as I see it, is that I'm looking for a reason to NOT
work. I don't want to do the labor involved, as much fun as it was
before this season fell upon us. Battling lethargy and a self-defeating
attitude maybe be contributing causes, but maybe it's just hard to get
the engine started after sitting idle. I mean, one week isn't so bad,
really. By most standards, I'm entitled to a week off after over six
months with my nose to the grindstone. I agree with that intellectually
and emotionally. And I'm at a difficult spot in the story right now
("Street Candles" is the writing project I'm focused upon at the
moment), and it's hard. Plain and simple, this part of the job, right
here, is not easy. Couple with that my usual sleep issues, and the bed
is looking more attractive than the keyboard.
Bitching and moaning. That and coffee is what gets me up and moving in
the morning.
Thursday, January 03, 2013
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