A day lost!
I was being soooo good, I was being efficient and sticking to plan and doing everything on my list. And then I stopped last night for new year, got up at 5am and told myself I'd finish yesterday's list today. And its still not finished.
This, I blame entirely on my friend Fiona who made the mistake of suggesting I write a book after chatting about my inherant madness and some of the story behind it. :p :D So a lot of thinking, remembering and typing my story is three and a half thousand words long, its now tomorrow and my list is still sitting untouched but I DO have the first draft of the first chapter of my first story.
Its posted but locked at the minute to a custom friend group currently containing just Fiona for three reasons. One I didn't really want to dump 3k plus words on your friends pages without checking you wanted to read it. Secondly with at least 3 professional / semi professional / skilled amateur writers on my friend list (and one published writer reading without being on my friends list!) I'm quite embarrassed about just dumping my crappy scrawls on you without warning. And thirdly its adult content and reasonably disturbingly themed.
So if you would like to read let me know and I'll add you to the relevant list. I'm not writing with any sort of view to eventual publication, I'll leave that to you guys. I'm writing because I enjoy writing.
Tomorrow I will try and steer myself back on track. I'm finding it really difficult not to just tear off and continue writing, stopping only to play with watercolour paints, pencils and paper. My shop is supposed to reopen on the third, and I'm supposed to have completed the revising of several hundred ebay templates by then and frankly, I just don't wanna do it. I've enjoyed not having to deal with customers every day and going back it it just feel so.... boring. Its like... logically I know I have to work ad make money and pay the bills. But thats completely and totally disconnected from my impulses and at the minute, impulses are winning.
This, I blame entirely on my friend Fiona who made the mistake of suggesting I write a book after chatting about my inherant madness and some of the story behind it. :p :D So a lot of thinking, remembering and typing my story is three and a half thousand words long, its now tomorrow and my list is still sitting untouched but I DO have the first draft of the first chapter of my first story.
Its posted but locked at the minute to a custom friend group currently containing just Fiona for three reasons. One I didn't really want to dump 3k plus words on your friends pages without checking you wanted to read it. Secondly with at least 3 professional / semi professional / skilled amateur writers on my friend list (and one published writer reading without being on my friends list!) I'm quite embarrassed about just dumping my crappy scrawls on you without warning. And thirdly its adult content and reasonably disturbingly themed.
So if you would like to read let me know and I'll add you to the relevant list. I'm not writing with any sort of view to eventual publication, I'll leave that to you guys. I'm writing because I enjoy writing.
Tomorrow I will try and steer myself back on track. I'm finding it really difficult not to just tear off and continue writing, stopping only to play with watercolour paints, pencils and paper. My shop is supposed to reopen on the third, and I'm supposed to have completed the revising of several hundred ebay templates by then and frankly, I just don't wanna do it. I've enjoyed not having to deal with customers every day and going back it it just feel so.... boring. Its like... logically I know I have to work ad make money and pay the bills. But thats completely and totally disconnected from my impulses and at the minute, impulses are winning.