Started my official daily word goal last night. Had a heck of a time turning off the internal editor and had to wrestle her to just let the shitty first draft flow. But I did. Writing on a set schedule is important if you want to slam through deadlines and goals.
Plus, the drafts may start shitty and and weave in and out of truly wretched, but something good always mushrooms from them. (Sorry, couldn’t resist. heh ) It’s all about getting into the zone and it doesn’t usually happen right away. Stick it out and you get there. I snipped and shuffled, but cleared 1500 new words last night. Yay!
I think writing at night works because everyone is asleep, there are no distractions and I feel absolutely no need to get up and do a load of laundry.
Plus, all that darkness and quiet just floats the imagination.
Summer comes with sharp-edged juggling.
While I’m glad we don’t have the frantic activity schedules, the early morning daily hassle, the hours spent micro-managing my unmotivated son’s time and uh, the dreaded constant notes from his teachers about why he did the homework but didn’t turn it in– summer comes with a price.
I truly miss the uninterrupted stretch of time I get each day while they are away. And, there is a lot less Mom Guilt then. <g> My payjob is at home as well, so I spend hours in front of a computer. Hours they spend occupying themselves. I truly believe it’s good for them to have a certain amount of time occupying themselves–we do them no favors by filling all their time, but with two “in front of the computer” jobs, that time gets heavy.
It’s hard on the kiddos, too. For instance, a few days ago, I was working, earphones set to medium, typing like crazy. My son came into the room and walked right up to me. I was so caught up, I gasped and nearly jumped out of the chair. He felt so bad, his little face fell and he turned to leave, muttering apologies. I had to stop and soothe him, tell him it wasn’t his fault, I was just concentrating.
Then I said yes to a soda. Sigh. Freaking Mom Guilt.
So, I moved the writing to the late hours for the summer. I know me. I’ll blend into the quiet and the dark and will easily get lost in some kind of fanciful world of my own making. Much easier and way more fun when you aren’t wondering what the little ones are up to…