Whoops, no status post today.
I woke up at 10:00 on the dot, which is when my work day usually starts. So far this week it's been closer to noon. Part of the reason things have been working so well lately is that I've been rolling with that stuff a lot better, not sweating if I can't make my body and brain keep the exact same schedule from day to day.
But seeing it was exactly 10 and feeling pretty wide awake, I decided to plunge right in and the first couple hours of the day were textbook awesome. But then I had a brainworm hit me about the WisCon travel logistics, and I checked it out, and it turned out that due to Memorial Day travel conditions it will be cheaper for us to stay another night in the fabulous Madison Concourse Hotel & Governor's Club in beautiful downtown Madison just a short walk away from that shining beacon of democracy the Wisconsin capitol building and fly out on Tuesday. Seriously. The amount it costs to extend the stay one night is almost as much as any one of us would save by taking a Tuesday flight, and we're a party of four and our plans are flexible, so... yeah. Just makes sense.
So I had to consult with Jack, then I had to call and change reservations, and calling is just one of those things that... yeah. My mind reels. It rebels. It recoils. I have a dread of phones. Of all the things that trigger a paralyzing anxiety in me, the phone is one of them. I am freaking blessed to live in an age where the meaning of the word "phone", its shape and what it signifies and what it can do, has changed almost completely from what I grew up with to what I have as an adult. I don't have to anything resembling the "phone" of my youth in my house, and the phone I carry around can be used for so many other things and can communicate in so many different ways that I rarely have to make calls with it.
But when I do... there it is. The lurking dread.
So basically, I have to put myself into a very specific mindset of Getting Things Done (LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING ADULT, as they say dans la belle internet) in order to pick up the phone and call someone.
And I did.
Which means writerbrain is shut off for the day.
But again... flexibility and rolling with things. I'm taking the afternoon to Get More Things Done. Friday's story will be written in large part Friday. It's already a third of the way done, and it's Callahan. Callahan is easy to write and fun to write, because those are largely the same things. I'm not saying I'll slack off on it. I'm saying I won't have to. But as a result, for the first time in what, three weeks? I'm going to be writing most of a chapter on the same day as I post it.
And I'll be starting next week doing the same thing.
But I can do that. With 3,000 word chapters, I just need one day of 6,000 words of productivity to get myself back ahead.
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But seeing it was exactly 10 and feeling pretty wide awake, I decided to plunge right in and the first couple hours of the day were textbook awesome. But then I had a brainworm hit me about the WisCon travel logistics, and I checked it out, and it turned out that due to Memorial Day travel conditions it will be cheaper for us to stay another night in the fabulous Madison Concourse Hotel & Governor's Club in beautiful downtown Madison just a short walk away from that shining beacon of democracy the Wisconsin capitol building and fly out on Tuesday. Seriously. The amount it costs to extend the stay one night is almost as much as any one of us would save by taking a Tuesday flight, and we're a party of four and our plans are flexible, so... yeah. Just makes sense.
So I had to consult with Jack, then I had to call and change reservations, and calling is just one of those things that... yeah. My mind reels. It rebels. It recoils. I have a dread of phones. Of all the things that trigger a paralyzing anxiety in me, the phone is one of them. I am freaking blessed to live in an age where the meaning of the word "phone", its shape and what it signifies and what it can do, has changed almost completely from what I grew up with to what I have as an adult. I don't have to anything resembling the "phone" of my youth in my house, and the phone I carry around can be used for so many other things and can communicate in so many different ways that I rarely have to make calls with it.
But when I do... there it is. The lurking dread.
So basically, I have to put myself into a very specific mindset of Getting Things Done (LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING ADULT, as they say dans la belle internet) in order to pick up the phone and call someone.
And I did.
Which means writerbrain is shut off for the day.
But again... flexibility and rolling with things. I'm taking the afternoon to Get More Things Done. Friday's story will be written in large part Friday. It's already a third of the way done, and it's Callahan. Callahan is easy to write and fun to write, because those are largely the same things. I'm not saying I'll slack off on it. I'm saying I won't have to. But as a result, for the first time in what, three weeks? I'm going to be writing most of a chapter on the same day as I post it.
And I'll be starting next week doing the same thing.
But I can do that. With 3,000 word chapters, I just need one day of 6,000 words of productivity to get myself back ahead.
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