Physics

I never paid much attention in physics class.  Wait, scratch that.  I never TOOK a physics class, unless you count the "Physical Science" course I took in middle school which was essentially a precursor to Chemistry. (*shudder*)

Anyway, long story short, remember that bit about how an object in motion tends to stay in motion, and an object at rest tends to stay at rest?

It fits writers too.

Day 3 - Lee

Have been listening to the audiobook format of Stephen King's On Writing (an old favorite) at work.  This is perhaps a bad idea, as I then spend the entire day wishing that I was sitting at my desk at home, working on the manuscript.  By the time I get home, I'm exhausted just from thinking, dreaming, wishing, planning what I will do.  I remember feeling this way often when in school-- of course then I could generally hide that I was writing ("taking notes") but even then I couldn't keep all of my mind focused on the writing, so it wasn't satisfying.

Yet another lesson about living in the moment. I seem to keep getting smacked in the face with those lately. 

When I finally did make it home I didn't even work on the part I had been thinking about all day, getting caught up in another segment of the story.  Mostly did editing today-- Kill your Darlings Kill your Darlings and all that.  Say what you will about the work and mental energy required for creation-- editing trumps it all.

Day 2 - Kristi

Did I write today? Nope. Did I do the Yoga that would've soothed my soul, quietened my mind and allowed me to write with a semblance of clarity? Nope. Darn it. Day two and I've already done this. Or not done this. And you know what? That's okay. I've given this day all I could. I'm going to be nicer to myself today and not consider this a failure. I'm not going to worry about a missed day. Instead, I'm going to focus my energy on NOT missing tomorrow.

Day 1 - Kristi

I sat down with the new pen and the new notebook and quietly observed a brain dump. It has been so long since I've actually written that I was wondering if I could still call myself a writer. But like visiting an old friend you get to see maybe once a year, I fell back into the reassuring comfort of inking a graph-papered page with my sticky thoughts. Not quite ready to tackle the novel. An impressive amount of monkey mind clutter needs to be gotten out of the way first. So, I set about the task of clearing away unwanted cobwebs (are any cobwebs wanted, really? I mean, other than Charlotte's web and her commendable efforts at trying to save Wilbur, spider webs are just gross. I bounced off of a Wolf Spider's web the other night coming home and...I digress. Monkey mind much?); in a nutshell, I wrote a few pages about compassion and being nicer to myself so that I could be nicer to other people and called it a night. A successful first foray back into the land of words and ink stains.

Day 2 - Lee

Day 2 Woot woot!
Got out of work on time, made it home to take out the dog and throw in a load of laundry-- had the computer set up and was writing by 4:37.  Not bad.  Ended up writing (ok, editing) about a page, adding some detail to a bit of the manuscript that I hope will make it more enlivened. 

And now I'm going to tell the kitchen to bugger off and I'm going to order pizza for dinner.

Day 1 - Lee

Fully planned on coming home and getting in about 30 minutes (or more, if the dog would allow it) of writing in before the hubby and the kiddo came home and had to start dinner.  However, realized that if I didn't go to the chiropractor today, I likely wouldn't sleep.  So, I went.  After getting cracked (and cursing the scoliosis every insane adjustment after the other), started to book it home, and the gas light came on.

Ever have one of those days when it seems like everything is against you?

Made it to the gas station, and since I was there popped in to get a french vanilla "cappuccino" and pack of caramel creams (This is well-known writing fodder going back from high school days, often shared in the locksmith "box" where Kristi worked.)  Made it home with enough time to turn on the computer, open up the manuscript, and become overwhelmed by the amount of work left to do in order to turn it into the book I want it to be.

Going to give myself credit for at least thinking about writing.  That counts, right?