I killed my writing today. Finished early. Also got all my Netflix work done. And had dinner with the wifey out at our favorite haunt BCD Tofu House in Reseda. Mmmm…soon tofu….
I was up at 7am, right on time, and it was off to the races from there. I didn’t quite nail my full time slots, which would have been an issue were I to find that I needed MORE time than I planned to execute these particular rewrites…that’s something I’ll have to keep an eye on and actually take the advice of the author that I’m reading right now, which is to time my writing sessions. Make sure that I’m staying focused and on-task for a set period of time.
But, today, that oversight wasn’t a problem. I ripped through my pages pretty quickly…
I will say this: I didn’t feel elated or a rush of accomplishment today after finishing. I felt kind of down-trodden, actually. And I know the reason: I’m really still having a hard time wrapping my head around this part of the rewriting process…having a really hard time visualizing the book as a whole, and whether or not these rewrites are actually making the book better. It makes me realize how much rhythm matters to me as a reader and a story-teller. Pace. Tone. Consistency.
This rewrite, not necessarily the process, but certainly how long it has taken me to get this far, really, really, really hurts any sense of overall consistency. I keep my head up, however, and I push forward because I know that I do get to sit down with this rewrite and do a whole polish, line-by-line pass on it, and there, finally, I will get that sense of pace, tone, rhythm, and consistency of the story. Hopefully what I’ve been doing will come together on that read-through. I hope, I hope, I hope.
So, the end result was a little deflating. I’d been expecting to feel so pumped up from having finished my day of writing that I was so nervous about following through with. And I *do* feel proud about that. Especially after having had a few hours away from working to settle the mind down. I feel very calm not, and determined. It’s always nice to have those days where everything that flies from my fingers is all spun gold…but a professional continues on even when those days aren’t coming for whatever reason.
It was really nice to go to dinner with bae. We got to do that TWICE this weekend. This sitcom schedule really, really has it’s benefits. Big time. I feel very grateful for that. We also decided tonight that we’re going to take a trip during her hiatus in March. We’ve settled on England and France. Finally. I’ve never been, you guys. I’m very, very excited 🙂 So, that shit’s happening. I’m going to do some research, see what’s on the must-see list, and then compare mine with hers. Figure out our itinerary.
Watched the last half of the Warriors game when we got home…oh, shyte balls that reminds me that LAST night we got to see Matt Edwards for a bit. He was in the area rehearsing and he stopped by to say hi since we hadn’t seen him since the holidays. We talked some basketball. Anywho, watched the second half of tonight’s game and was pleased to see them play well. They were down to start the third by 7. Apparently, it was 16 at one point in the game. But, the ended up wining by like, 11 or 12 I think. They played very well, even down the stretch.
That was my Sunday, you guys. Up tomorrow EARLY, yo. Going to try out something crazy and get up at 6:30am. I know! What am I, an animal??? But…as long as we’re manager of this apartment building, I *have* to get up early in order to ensure that I have time to write without interruptions. It’s being reinforced to me how important carving out that time every day is, and how important it is to protect it. So…get up early it is. Then, at the very least, I have an hour before anything building-related would ever happen. It does mean I take a SOLID nap around mid-day, but whatever. I can take that.
Night. Hope all y’all had a nice Sunday.