My problem with work
When I'm thinking about writing type things, like plots and dialogues, I do my best thinking in the car for some reason. There's a bit of a downside to this though. I have a horrible short-term memory and am at risk of forgetting what genius thing I had thought up on my way to wherever. Tape recorders don't work for me. I've tried them and it's never come out well. I keep a notepad with me so I can write down quick notes to myself at stoplights or whatever.
Another place that inspiration used to strike was at work. For the three years at my old job, I'd come in on whatever shift, get a fair portion of my work done, and then use my Hotmail account like a word processor and start writing whatever fic is inspiring me at the moment. In the 2+ years I've been at my new job, however it's totally different. I'm basically doing the sort of work as my old job, but with better pay, better perks, and the same crap-ass schedule. I even have a longer drive, which means more inspiration on my way into work. But here I've written next to nothing. Totally bizarre. And totally a subject only I care about. :)
In other writing news, I sat down for two hours today at home to write. I've been pouring random ideas and dialogue into notebooks lately from a wide range of stories and thought that some down time on the home front would be the perfect opportunity to get some of them into a readable format. Instead, I fiddled with this and that, drummed my fingers on the keyboard and watched "asdf" and "jkl;" line up like little soldiers. When I finally did start writing, it was for a totally different story than the four others I've had on my mind for the last week. Don't know how you other story-jugglers do it, but it seems to me that I can't. :)
Another place that inspiration used to strike was at work. For the three years at my old job, I'd come in on whatever shift, get a fair portion of my work done, and then use my Hotmail account like a word processor and start writing whatever fic is inspiring me at the moment. In the 2+ years I've been at my new job, however it's totally different. I'm basically doing the sort of work as my old job, but with better pay, better perks, and the same crap-ass schedule. I even have a longer drive, which means more inspiration on my way into work. But here I've written next to nothing. Totally bizarre. And totally a subject only I care about. :)
In other writing news, I sat down for two hours today at home to write. I've been pouring random ideas and dialogue into notebooks lately from a wide range of stories and thought that some down time on the home front would be the perfect opportunity to get some of them into a readable format. Instead, I fiddled with this and that, drummed my fingers on the keyboard and watched "asdf" and "jkl;" line up like little soldiers. When I finally did start writing, it was for a totally different story than the four others I've had on my mind for the last week. Don't know how you other story-jugglers do it, but it seems to me that I can't. :)