I didn’t execute my plans for productivity very well today, but it turned out to be enough in the end, just the same.
I slept in after 5 a.m., thwarting my early-morning writing session plans. Must work on getting more sleep, and then it will be easier to stick to a structured time commitment.
I wrote 845 words on my lunch break, and I am calling it good for the day. Powered through the dialogue scene I was procrastinating on; dialogue is not my strong suit. I am trying to tell myself, “Less is more.”
I have a few days off work for a little planned staycation starting tomorrow, so I intend to make full use of it. I feel ready for more creative work once the faucet has been turned on.
I think my years of producing copy for newspapers as a reporter are finally starting to kick in, like an old muscle getting a fresh workout. Journalism is very different from fiction and more formulaic, but fiction is a muscle, too. Takes a regular practice, like all things, to improve your chops. Like playing a musical instrument. Getting back on the horse, and all that.
Total word count thus far: 5,876 words.
I need a better title, but I was always terrible at those. I am hoping it will come to me further along in the drafting process. I keep staring at my title every time I open the document and thinking, “Well, at least it is better than ‘Novel Thing.'”
Time to put in a solid day’s work on my draft tomorrow. No distractions allowed. Only creativity.