Spring Fever

I am at my Friday writer’s meet up where we chat for 15 to 20 minutes and then get to it. Heads down writing, some on laptops, others hand written. I have my laptop open, I know what comes next on the page but  I can’t seem to focus. I write a few lines, then I’m people watching, writing in my journal instead of my novel and planning my day. Spring fever?

Today I didn’t wear a jacket, just a sweater. Not even a really heavy sweater.  It makes my heart sing to feel the earth warming and see daffodils blooming. I remind myself that even if I was working at a job I would be feeling this way.  But as a professional I would go to the office and complete my tasks, perhaps skipping out for a coffee or a lunch time walk.

So as a professional author, I need to apply that same discipline to my writing.  This is my job. It is what I do. I may never make a living from it (maybe a few dollars though!) but it is my job. And as such I can’t afford to lose the discipline.

So back at it.

Slowly the words fill the page

I am still in the new phase of treating writing as a job. For several days the words flow, the hours are put in but then the discipline evaporates leaving the work unattended. I push forward, every backslide is eventually caught and I am back where I need to be…writing.

I have discovered that when I hit a blank (where should I go now with this character, plot…) or the words won’t come, if I switch to pen and paper it seems to break the pattern and allow words to appear on the page again. Then of course I have to type in what I’ve written…a bit of a pain but better than staring at a blank screen.  I am going to try dictating the words in and see if that speeds up the process or not. Although I do edit myself as I type the written words in so perhaps I am not losing any time at all.

Another day. Commitment.  I want this novel to move forward.