It's not a lot, but it's something, and it leads to more things, and before you know it that's everything on the list, and a new list of more things can be made, and you can start all over again with a brand new thing. Easy really, you know?
I was sitting about this morning, having palpitations about all my little writing jobs that I wanted to get through, and I spent ten minutes staring at a page that contained the beginning few paragraphs of a hub that I could not really be bothered to spend time on right then (ironically, it was a hub about positivity, the ability to move on, and the will to keep motivated!). Sometimes the task that you've set yourself just isn't going to work if you're not into it at that precise moment, and there's very little you can do about that. And then you have to just have a look at all your notebooks, and do a mental check of all your tasks, and decide which one takes your fancy. So I started on a letter; actually I started on finishing a letter that I began a few weeks ago. And that's all it takes really: starting something, anything, breaks the stalemate and allows you to begin again (strictly speaking, I don't think that a stalemate can be broken, but it's just a little metaphor to illustrate my point). A letter, or a diary can just remind you how to write if you'd forgotten. I forget all the time, or my words just can't be bothered to come out. So if I started scribbling down any old thing it's like a warm-up for my brain. The writing muscles get a little stretch, and they're ready to go. I still didn't work on the hub that I wanted to finish, but I did write a blog entry for my other blog, 'From Austen to Woolf', so it turned out to be quite a good morning. I don't think I wrote a particularly good review of Inkheart, but at least I wrote it.
This leaves me with an evening to go through some proofreading notes, and to possibly get on with a little bit of my novel. I'm well on with preparing the story, and have a good solid synopsis now, so I can really just sit down and write it. I'm happier with it now than I've ever been, and I'm quite itching to get the first draft done. I think it's going to be good. Whether it will be sellable, I have no idea, but I don't really care. I just want it to be good enough for me to be pleased with it. I doubt a publisher will touch it because it's probably not original enough. But I have to write it anyway. And in any case, I've lots of ideas for other stories, both fantasy and literary, so I'll not be dismayed if I finish my masterpiece and no-one wants it. My kids will enjoy it :)
I tell you what though, this no-telly thing in the evenings is brilliant. I'm not missing watching the telly at all. We watch a very little bit each week, maybe one or two hours, but that's it. I don't have any programmes that I regularly watch, I just stick the telly on if I'm in the mood for just doing nothing, and see what's on. Usually I'll resort to Dave and watch a bit of comedy because there's sod all else on. Or there might be a documentary that grabs me. But you can keep all of the CSI whatever-they-ares. I'm sure they're great and all, but I can't be bothered!
Just killing a bit of time now, while I wait for it to be 5o'clock. Err, think I'll go and finish that letter then. Ta-ta.
Here is a blog that I love: Kristin Cashore, This is My Secret.