Got great feedback from Mr. Ips. on why the beginning of Sand Sifters doesn't work, but haven't been able to roll on it. The ol' imagination's been letting me down, I'm afraid.
I need a change. I've gotten to the point in my life where I know when my happiness isn't looking up, when it is intolerable to sit all afternoon and stare at a blank page, when I spend the entire day working on things but at the end of the day can't figure out what - I need to change my routine. Or my surroundings. Or something. I don't work well in a static environment. I need constant change to keep my brain sharp, to stoke my imagination. The past five years have actually been good for that - new house, new grounds, new friends, new accomplishments. Now things are settling into a routine and I am getting restless for some good change. But I like my house, my grounds and my friends.
Been having problems getting up in the morning. It might be a biorhythm thing. I've had this happen before where 3am feels like 11pm and 11am feels like 7am. Can't seem to roll out of bed until 10 - which makes the routine change a certainty. It's time to become a night owl. Stay up and write after Mr. Ips. goes to bed, and stay up until I'm too tired to do anymore - 2:30-3am. Doing this focuses my mind on simply writing - there is nothing else I can do while the Mr. is sleeping. No weeds to pull at midnight, can't do dishes or clean without making too much noise. Just me and my laptop creating images in the darkness.
Did this last night and managed to get pretty far on the prologue. The brain's images are much more vivid in a dark room with little external stimulus. Also started writing on The Illuminators - rewriting a bit as the writing I did last fall rather sucked, even if the idea shines in the dark. So, here I go again. While you are asleep and dreaming, I'll be wide awake and committing my dreams to paper.
Monday, April 14, 2008
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