Does anyone else always want to make risqué jokes about the “best laid…?”
Just me, then?
Ahem.
As usual in my life, I’m pretty happy, but I feel I could do better. Also as usual, I’m looking around for ideas.
Recently Erin Zarro (who is awesomesauce) mentioned Monica Leonelle and 8-minute writing. I’m trying it. Currently the numbers are whizzing by on my timer, while March of Cambreadth plays to make sure I feel like kicking some ass.
It’s been…months…since I wrote anything. Every time I finish something, or get distracted, I tell myself I won’t let it last, but then I do.
But this post isn’t about wallowing. It’s about changing.
I’ve been reading/listening to self-help books. I like This Year I Will by M.J. Ryan, and You Are a Badass by Jenn Sincero. As I describe them to the family, This Year I Will is very scientific and practical. You Are a Badass is more whoo-whoo. But I like it. I like them both.
Anyway, there are those, and there’s also the Growth Hacking for Storytelling set by Monica Leonelle. I’ve been listening to those as well. So I’m sort of getting charged up to get going on my writing–while not exactly getting a damn thing done.
Tonight was going to be the night. Today, actually, as I was going to start first thing this morning. Unfortunately last night my innards started acting up, and let’s just say I’ve had a different sort of inward focus today than I was expecting.
Whatever. It doesn’t win. I may not have got in a nice long walk on a windy moonlit night after a productive day of housework and writing-work, but at least I’ve accomplished this blog post. And did some laundry. Took the family grocery shopping and bought only good-for-me food. Cleaned my desk and sorted my finances. Took the kid’s friend home (and she lives all the way on the other end of town!)
Yeah. Accomplishments enough for a day when I’m feeling so crummy. I’ll even let making breakfast for the week slide until tomorrow.
Man, I hope my innards are more cooperative tomorrow. Maybe they’re trying to get me to not take them for granted?
Oh dear, feel better soon! *to your innards* That means IMMEDIATELY! Do I need to borrow a fish?
…I confess I’ve never connected “risque” with “best laid plans”. Maybe that’s why they so rarely work out. I mean, if they’re really the BEST laid, they’re probably sleepy and taking a nap. >_>
re: nap. That makes sense…
I hope your innards are feeling better. Boy, I’ve been there. Too many times to count.
I am SQUEEING right now that you’re trying 8-minute writing. Let me know how it works!
Well, I’m doing SOMETHING. I won’t let myself off the hook of at least doing 8 minutes of SOMETHING, which is better than NOTHING!
That’s right. 🙂