He’s alive…alliiiiiive!!
Yes, I am alive…
I can tell because dead people don’t have this much stress in their life…afterlife…unlife?
I’ve really neglected not only this blog but my writing in general as well. My nano novel is on hold at just north of 50k, ongoing short stories are gathering dust in various places, edits to finished work aren’t even in the back of my mind and I haven’t had a writing flash* for a while now.
I was hoping that after the Christmas holidays the pressures and stresses would die down, it turns out that was wishful thinking. The things I put off to get my Xmas stuff done have now returned with a vengeance. Piles of work and home life have caught up with me and are currently beating me to death with their feathery wings of urgency. Those bastards…*sob*
This is all temporary of course. As much as I complain I know that most of the problem is routine…or lack of one. I let myself slip from my regular writing routine over the holidays and now it’s hard to slip back in to the everyday pattern of writey typyness that I used to crack on with after work.
I suppose I’ll trudge on, pushing through the feathery chicken flavoured bastards of workloads and start to write, something. Anything!
It will get easier with time, soon I’ll be back in the routine of procrastinating with a blank document open in front of me or spending four hours picking the ‘right’ synonym for said…ahhh the writer’s life for me.
Until I have something interesting to report about my progress, please enjoy this picture of a feathery winged bastard…apparently called Exalius
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*random flash of an idea, character, setting, chunk of dialogue…something that HAS to be scribble down.
I wouldn't want to eat the eggs that thing produced!
Depends if you could catch them or not! I think they have eyes and spider legs…the pesky little buggers would make you work for that omelette!
Tell you what if you had that thing sitting on your desk peering down at you you'd soon be writing.
See if they sell these feathery winged bastards on eBay and use it as a writing motivator. Then when next Xmas comes around cook it and serve it to those people who bring you the stress.
Hmmm, I like your thinking, Tony. It would be a great motivator – pecked and scarred but holding a finished novel.
Plus lots of fun at Xmas:
"Are you a leg or a breast man?"
"I'd like to try some of the tail actually!"
And he's back. Yay! Now get on with your nano novel, like I should be. LOL.
Ok, but I'm not racing you this time…I wouldn't want to shame you twice 😀
Whoop! You're back!
Yeah, Christmas has a habit of destroying all things writery. And then the new year comes around and is all: HEY IT'S A NEW YEAR! TIME TO DO LOTS OF WRITING ALL DAY EVERY DAY AND GET INTO A ROUTINE. Because new year's are all demanding that way and put pressure on you to become an instantly better person.
But then all the stuff you put off while you dealt with Christmas takes over and so there's no time to get any sort of writing done.
…er, basically, what you said. What I'm trying to say is; I relate.
Glad you're back! And Happy New Year!
Thought that said "whoops. You're back" for a second there! It's not a mistake really…honest 😀 It's a nice feeling to be back in the zone again, well maybe not the writy zone but the tappity tap area, just north of typey words province. I'll be back to my usual standard in no time….crap then!