Finally…a solid writing day. I wrote 1,500 *excellent* words today. This scene, this particular mechanism in my story, is *poppin*. I’m interested in it. It finally makes SENSE, and I’m digging it. It’s an asset to the story now.
I realized today that when I find myself with the inability to write, it is (almost) invariably because I don’t know what I’m writing. It’s not about me being lazy, or usually even depressed…it’s that I just don’t know what I’m writing. I haven’t figured it out deep enough yet, and so I avoid it because it’s uncomfortable.
I wrote 1,500 great words today because I knew exactly what I was writing. It was easy. The words tumbled out. I mean, it was still exhausting, and I still had to do it in sprints to get there…but when I sat down to write, I could write.
I’ve also started doing 15 minutes of meditation before writing in the morning. I think it’s the ritual I’ve been looking for to get me in the proper, focused mindset, to clear the deck of all the bullshit so I can sit in the writing pocket. I told Liz that feel silly admitting that, and she pointed out that such meditation and mental/physical exercises have been proven time and time again to be effective before engaging in mentally strenuous activity. …I have no idea why I used such clinical language in that last sentence 😛
It was a good day today. I’m exhausted.
Time for sleeps.