Ooops. Just like Britney, I did it again.
I slept through my second alarm this morning, so I got up late. This time, however, even though I really reeeeaaalllyyyy was fighting and didn’t want to…I did sit down and write this morning. It wasn’t for very long, but I did it.
I’m definitely in a funk on the writing side. Which is frustrating, because I wasn’t in a funk just, like, a week ago. Maybe two weeks ago. I was doing pretty well. It can turn quickly…but I do know this: it’s because I’m close. So close to finishing the opening of this book and moving on, leveling up, taking the next step.
So…breathe. Patience. Persistence. A good night’s sleep. This is the way forward. This is the way out of the funk. And also…some reading. I wanted to read the past couple nights, but I was in bed too late.
Not tonight! Tonight…I’m actually in bed a little early.
Work was good. That’s part of the funk, too, actually. Not so much that work hasn’t been good. It really has been. But, the TYPE of work that I’m doing I just haven’t really structured too well or put boundaries around. It was just a scramble to finish on time.
I’m ahead of that, now. Still working on really setting the boundaries and feeling comfortable to take care of my own stuff outside those boundaries.
And it’s a similar thing with the resistance right now with the writing. It’s not new pages. It’s not just putting in the work. Right now, it’s been getting the pages RIGHT. Writing until things are RIGHT. That’s…hard for me. It’s much less structured, it works much less on a timeline, and it’s much more scary. So, I suppose that’s all to say: I can see why I’m in a funk. The reasons are clear. I don’t really have answers right now on how to fix it, but I suppose it is nice to recognize the causes, at the very least.
And…I am close. I can read it in the pages. They’re so fucking close.
Farewell for now. Wish my a good writing day tomorrow. I adjusted my alarm clocks. Should be a bit better now.
Night!