Why does this always happen to me? I will be trying to write all day, managing to pen only bits and pieces. But now that it is late at night and I want to go to sleep the words keep coming. I would just give up and go to bed anyway but I would only lie awake thinking of what to write.
My only hope is that my body will let me sleep in tomorrow, but I doubt it.
I recently re-arranged some of my furniture, a secret love of mine. As a result my cat’s favourite perch to sit while I work on the computer is too far from me. He was not happy with that.
He decided that my lap was a good substitute, but this made it hard for me to type.
To solve this problem I have made a little bed for him on my desk, and he seems to be quite happy with it. On the weekend I will have to buy him a proper little bed.
Now that this problem is resolved I can get back to writing. Thinking I may do another little writing challenge.
Yesterday was my birthday and I have turned the dreaded 30. Most people I talk to lament these kinds of milestones I don’t feel fazed by this.
It helps that people have told me I don’t look 30, but it is also because I don’t feel any different from when I was 29, or 28. The main thing that has changed is my range of experiences and they just give me more to write about.
I wonder if I will still feel the same when I turn 40.
Someone knew just what to get me this holiday season. A brand new, colourful coffee mug. Squee!!
It’s so pretty. I better put it to good use, make some coffee and get back to editing… Maybe tomorrow.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas. May you all eat, drink and be merry and then drink some more.
I have received all my edited copies back (except one that is travelling in Europe, but I can’t wait that long) and now it is time to begin my second edit.
I plan to try and keep the same pace as last time, editing at least 1 chapter each week. It is possible that I will work even faster though as I expect I will have less big re-writes.
Now to prepare my work space and get started. Better start brewing some coffee.
Sometimes a break is necessary to maintain your creativity and your sanity.
I spent today relaxing under a Jacaranda Tree with friends, drinking tea and wearing a Yukata. Soon my editors will be finished and I will have to resume the crazy world that is creative writing.
But today is not that day.
I can’t stand to write in silence. Peace and quiet are really not conducive to my creative process. Even when I was at University I could not study in silence and so I have to create noise. Sometimes I will put on a TV series that I have seen many times before, but I can end up getting distracted by that too.
So my favourite thing is to play music and my favourite person to queue up is Lindsey Stirling. I find her music very uplifting and the lack of lyrics means I don’t have other words playing in head while I try to write my own.
Though my rhythm gets a bit messed up by those awful YouTube ads.
Sometimes when I am browsing the shelves at a book store I have a depressing thought.
“Rather than trying to write an original story full of tension, intrigue and dark humour, I should instead just write teen romance/drama with Vampires, or werewolves, or whatever monster is trending.”
But I don’t think I could make it past the first chapter before my inner muse died.
When you want coffee but can’t find your favourite coffee cup. So you give up and grab another mug. But when you open the microwave you find your favourite mug, half filled with lukewarm milk.
Guess who is having 2 cups of coffee, at the same time.