Day 336 – Take your moments as they come

Day three hundred thirty-six of my 365 Day Writing Project.

Some nights I barely have enough energy to brush my teeth after I count the minutes to a socially acceptable time to go to bed (not that anyone other than my husband and kids would ever know when I turn in). Other days I battle through a project – be it painting a room, writing a good story or working – until the wee hours of the morning, hardly aware of the hours passing by. This ability to hinge on opposite ends of the nighttime-energy-spectrum (NES) is what I call, “evenings in the 40’s.” If you’re in your 40’s, you can bet on your evening productivity like a box of chocolates: you never know what you’re going to get.

I take my writing moments as they come. If involving the NES, I wallow and soak up those moments whilst making the most of the creative energy that might evaporate in a second’s notice. When I have time to write during the day or in the morning: Whoa. Watch out.

I was able to write for an hour yesterday morning while in the waiting room at a doctor’s office. I not only didn’t have to worry about being plagued by fatigue, I was devoid of the distractions of home. I experienced a lovely combination of energetic creativity and uninterrupted focus. Where and when can you find that, especially during the NES? On a wing and a prayer, that’s when, and who has time to wait for that? Not this writer.

I take my moments as they come. Whenever they may be.

Day 323 – Longing to write

Day three hundred twenty-three of my 365 Day Writing Project.

Book two is limping along, slowly but surely. Lately I am too drained at the end of the day to write much. Life is busy. Work is demanding and stressful. I curse the day job. Except for the regular paycheck, I curse the day job. Well…except for the regular paycheck and the continuous conveyor belt of delicious writing material laid out before me, I curse the day job.

All right, I admit it. As much as the day job adversely affects the time and energy I have left in a day to write, it does have its benefits. I get ideas for stories all the time. Some of my experiences are so wild and colorful and unexpected and puzzling and crazy and just plain interesting, I can only defer to the old saying: “you can’t make this stuff up.”

It’s the stuff great stories are made of. It’s too good. And some day I will write about as much of it as I can, in the context of fiction and complete anonymity for those who may be connected to the material. Until then, I long to write. The ideas keep coming, and I long to write about them.

Someday, I will.

Day 315 – One’s writing pace doesn’t always matter

Day three hundred fifteen of my 365 Day Writing Project.

Keeping a steady pace while writing is an unrealistic goal. It is for me, anyway. I find that some days my mind goes faster than my fingers can keep up, while other days I trudge along word by word tapping keys on my keyboard with slow purpose. What I have noticed about my fluctuations in pace is that – fortunately – they are unrelated to my level of enjoyment. They are also unrelated to the quality of writing I produce.

I wouldn’t mind being more consistent, hitting my stride at a pace that produces both quantity and quality and maintaining it every time I sit down to write. Perhaps that stride is something the more seasoned writers achieve after many years. Perhaps it is never reached by anyone. In all honesty, I don’t think it matters. Fast or slow, I’m writing. And I’m loving it.

Day 309 – Full moon persuasion

Day three hundred nine of my 365 Day Writing Project.

Today the moon is full. And so am I. 

I have been full of ideas to write and full of motivation to write them. As with every full moon, I feel it’s pull in a sort of winding up of energy over the course of about four to five days leading up to it. Sometimes this energy is negative. Sometimes it is positive. Sometimes it is haywire and I wish I could strap myself into the safety of a five-point harness to ride it out.

Thankfully, the moon pulled me in a positive direction this time, especially with my writing. I began to feel a change at the end of last week. I wrote a lot and worked on my outline. But the moon’s persuasion affected me the most yesterday and today when ideas began to materialize. Several ideas. After writing them down in my outline and in some of the story, I’m pleased. They are good ideas about how I want the structure of the story to be, about the characters and their interactions, and about the point of view of the story. 

What I am most excited about is the idea I realized today. For weeks I have been floundering about what the protagonist’s struggle should be; how she would suffer and be relatable for having suffered, but still triumph in spite of her shortcomings. Today, it hit me and I’m thrilled about it. 

This kind of momentum doesn’t come around that often, and I know it won’t last. In the meantime, I will harness the moon’s energy for as long as it will let me. 

But for the next six hours let’s just hope it will let me sleep.