Stealing a Minute

I may have a longer entry on tap today depending upon how the day goes, but I at least wanted to get something out, as I can feel myself slipping a little bit without stretching my mind in the usual fashion. The subject of what to do when you’re so busy and tired that you can’t write seems pretty appropriate, as it’s something that I’ve struggled to do this week.

You see, this was supposed to be the week that I finished up the first draft of Corridors of the Dead, and while I have all but one scene in the can on my voice recorder, I’m forever stuck at the penultimate scene, it seems. At least, for the last two days. Tuesday I added a lot of information to the new book but wasn’t able to get much added to Corridors for varying factors. Wednesday I added a bit, but I found my usual zeal to push over the finish line had been sapped by the long days and intense thought required for what we’re doing at work now. I only managed a handful of paragraphs before having to shut down. And yesterday…well, yesterday was pretty much a complete wash as I was in early and out late.

I can’t help but ask myself what I could have done differently. Preparation is not really the answer, as I have another set of all-day meetings next week and was going to prepare myself for that by having a bunch of material ready to go this week, but this set of meetings just sneaked up on me and clubbed me in the night. Voice dictation definitely helps, and I’ve been pretty diligent about that (save last night, when the brain was simply too fried). So what?

I guess the answer is if I can’t change the situation and I had no time to prepare, then I just have to reframe it as just one of those things that happens. I think I’ve written about that in the past, in fact – sometimes we just have to accept these things that come up. I’ll have time to write in the future, and in the meantime I can slip in little moments here or there to add to what exists.

Time to get to it. We’ll see what today holds…

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  1. Amen, brother! Preachin’ to the choir. We need to hire publicist’s, eh? Do you know any that work for free? 🙂

    God speed!
    Paul D. Dail A horror writer’s not necessarily horrific blog

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