Mid-Move Writing Diary
Project: Castle Keep
Stage: First Draft
Progress: 1410 words over 1.5 focus sessions.
Notes: I wrote words! I've been very stuck on sorting out the soggy middle of the story + sorting out moving stuff, but I had completed story beats for a couple of scenes lying in wait, so I sat myself down last night and wrote one of them. It's not the writing marathon I'd been hoping for over the last couple of weeks, but it's forward progress.
My "writing retreat" idea (and half a dozen other plans) got burned in the post-G moving/visa/etc. process being much more stressful and involved than I'd anticipated and some deep dives into bad headspace that helped nothing.
So, for the time-being, I think I'm just going to focus on getting some writing in each day. Not trying to smash any writing productivity records, just keeping my story from getting washed away by the flood of needs of bureaucracy and moving.
I want to say something like, "oh, well stuff is happening. It'll all be better when stuff stops happening," but my experience of my mid-30s is showing there's always something derailing going on. Sometimes it's terrible, and sometimes it's wonderful, but it's always something. I'm just going to have to learn how to work around it. To navigate my writing around the constant derailed tracks that seem to be the map of my life. You'd think I'd have learned that by now, but I feel like my mid-20's were much, much less complicated than my mid-30's. No, actually, I know they were.
I want to believe I've become a stronger woman in my mid-30's, but while I've proven myself to be capable of many things that I would not have considered before, what I really want to prove is that I can be a writer again.
Stage: First Draft
Progress: 1410 words over 1.5 focus sessions.
Notes: I wrote words! I've been very stuck on sorting out the soggy middle of the story + sorting out moving stuff, but I had completed story beats for a couple of scenes lying in wait, so I sat myself down last night and wrote one of them. It's not the writing marathon I'd been hoping for over the last couple of weeks, but it's forward progress.
My "writing retreat" idea (and half a dozen other plans) got burned in the post-G moving/visa/etc. process being much more stressful and involved than I'd anticipated and some deep dives into bad headspace that helped nothing.
So, for the time-being, I think I'm just going to focus on getting some writing in each day. Not trying to smash any writing productivity records, just keeping my story from getting washed away by the flood of needs of bureaucracy and moving.
I want to say something like, "oh, well stuff is happening. It'll all be better when stuff stops happening," but my experience of my mid-30s is showing there's always something derailing going on. Sometimes it's terrible, and sometimes it's wonderful, but it's always something. I'm just going to have to learn how to work around it. To navigate my writing around the constant derailed tracks that seem to be the map of my life. You'd think I'd have learned that by now, but I feel like my mid-20's were much, much less complicated than my mid-30's. No, actually, I know they were.
I want to believe I've become a stronger woman in my mid-30's, but while I've proven myself to be capable of many things that I would not have considered before, what I really want to prove is that I can be a writer again.
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accomplished
determined