Today was the first day of Treating Writing Like Work, or Writing Like It's My Job...Cuz It Is. I'm working on catchier phrases, I promise.
I had to get up around 11 to do laundry (got soy on my work pants, blech), and I didn't have to leave until a little before 2, so I spent the time between then (when I wasn't lugging clothes or eating breakfast) sitting on the couch, laptop on our Joy of Cooking on the coffee table, perched over the keyboard, beating at On The/Running.
I keep using aggressive verbs like hacking and beating and stabbing with this novel because it is being very difficult. I know the story, I know the characters, I know the climax, I know everything except how to put it on the page so it's actually enjoyable. Every time I try to show, I end up telling, and it's driving me nuts!
This is why (a) I have been avoiding working on this, and (b) why I need to work on this, why I need to start treating it like a second job and COMMIT. I've played with my calendar for this week, setting aside blocks of time that will be dedicated to Writing, whether it's here at home or at my Starbucks. I've already warned Ryan that (1) I'll be trying to get up earlier, which means going to bed earlier, (2) I might be missing a bit more in the morningtimes, and (3) I'm going to be doing a lot of whining and cranking and "Ryan this is harrrrrrrd" and he CAN'T LET ME QUIT, I have to just beat my head against it until it starts working, and if it never does, well then I guess I'm not a writer then, am I?
...did I mention I'm tired?
I came home, I had pasta with olive oil and cheese, and I'm about to take a shower, then I'm getting into bed and watching something on Netflix and getting a ton of sleep.
Thank you, good night!
(Side note: Ryan gave me a hug when I got home, and said "I'm starting to associate the smell of coffee with you and it's making me like coffee more." :D)
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