This week I tried a new thing.
I’m used to writing being a “fun” thing; something I do after all my homework is done. This works when you’re a high school or college student, perhaps, but I’m a grown-up now, and writing is something I seriously want to pursue. If I want to make a living from it, it has to become work.
Part of my problem has been that when I come home from (my current actual) work, I turn on the computer and do things like check my email and RSS feeds—things that I feel like I need to get out of the way before starting my “fun.” That’s where the rabbit hole starts, and by the time it ends, I’m too tired to attempt writing. (Or, on worse days, I plop in front of the TV and watch two hours of Netflix over dinner before even touching my computer.)
So on Thursday I came home, turned on my computer, opened up the sequel-in-progress to Untitled Novel Based on a Talking Cat from America’s Funniest Home Videos in Scrivener, picked a playlist, and lit the WRITING candle. This is what happened.
- 5:34pm 4,478 words.
- 6:08pm Candle is at maximum meltage before spilling into the holder and is extinguished.
- 6:24pm Potty break. Cat joins me because why not. Cats are weird.
- 6:31pm Cat jumps on lap.
- 6:31pm Cat leaves lap.
- 6:31pm Cat back on lap licking my arm.
- 6:32pm Cat now on desk with butt four inches from my face. Thanks, cat.
- 6:33pm Cat butt is obscuring numpad of keyboard. Tail extends over length of keyboard. Thanks, cat.
- 6:42pm Fatigue begins to set in. Perhaps dinner is in order.
- 6:45pm Second wind.
- 7:13pm I’ve been stuck on what to name a character for a good fifteen minutes. Maybe it’s time for dinner now.
- 7:14pm Dinner time. 5,317 words.
839 words. Not bad for 90 minutes.
- 9:41pm Still ended up watching TV for two hours. But at least I did real work today.
PS: The candle might be better during winter months. It is HOT right now.