Yesterday I wrote three thousand words. I don’t even remember what about. I felt like the story was moving at last.
Today I worked and stayed late for site council and went out to fetch “fast” (it was not fast) Chinese food for dinner and came home and did homework, and now my story won’t move.
Often I forget why I don’t write more. Turns out this is it, or at least part of it. Without the determination to win a challenge like NaNoWriMo, when I’ve had a busy day doing EVERYTHING but writing, I let myself skip the writing. Then the next day I’m not so connected to the story. It doesn’t want to move. I poke it a bit, but don’t get anywhere, and let it slide.
Another day, another distraction. Something else that NEEDS doing. And the writing gets set aside again.
There was a time when I wrote eight hundred words a day, every day, if not more. I want to get back to that, but truthfully, back then I had a five-year-old who slept a lot, and no close friends, no roommate, no lots of things that I’m not willing to give up now I have them.
So I guess I’ll just have to grow back the self-motivation some other way. Soon as I finish this NaNo.
Okay – try this. Send word to your house that they can either cook dinner for themselves, or order and the roomie pay for pizza, bring yourself to my house, even if I am not home. Pretend you are on vacation. I will not talk to you. I will, if I know you are coming after work, leave cooked food for you. You can stay as long as you want or can. Do this every night that you want. Or come before school. Even though I can write anytime I want, I am doing this and getting done by 7:30 AM. Join me for coffee, and if you are coming, I will make breakfast while I write. Since I am temporarily stuck only on my stand alone, I will be totally out of the dinning room. Shoot, do this after Nano. You have to write.