hear ye (self, this means you)

I've been trying not to mope this past week... trying to be cheerful in my time back home, even though I am supposed, quote unquote, to be in London right now.

(note: though travel blog is set to private at the moment, it should go public again in a couple of weeks)

My success has been varied. Some days, like today, I'm cheerful, but spend too much time doing piddly things, like making excellent homemade chicken pot pie, and watching excellent BBC thrillers (The 39 Steps... with Rupert Penry-Jones!). All well and good, but not very focused.

So. In the upcoming days until I get my visa, I am going to write. I have a whole blog full of notes for my historical fantasy, but do I apply butt to chair? No.

I was reading an author's blog, and was reminded of the fun of writing. It's fun! Why not write?

She said things like, No excuses! Write your daily word count and Skip the boring parts. If you're looking forward to an upcoming scene, just go ahead and write it.

So I'm going to write. To fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run, and to enjoy my waiting weeks.


brilynne said...

Good girl, Noel. (I must admit my approval comes from a somewhat selfish motivation. I want to hear what you have to say!)

Trusting you get your visa quickly and easily.

Mama Librarian said...

Good for you. I find it so hard to write when I don't want to write. You are awesome!

Ms. Yingling said...

I am sorry it is January in your soul. Some days are like that. Overcoming the feeling is the triumph.