Thursday, January 05, 2006
Better
You know, I'm feeling a bit creative today. Like I really want to do something great. Like maybe I will sit down and actually finish writing chapter two of The Black Maiden, and then print it out and then do revisions. Like maybe I will write ten pages of anything.
On Monday I opened my laptop and did some actual work. On Tuesday I thought I was dying. On Wednesday I was so happy that I wasn't dying that I thought almost exclusively of food, since I hadn't eaten since Monday. I've watched a large quantity of television, so maybe that has something to do with getting my creativity going; television is so terrible that just about anything, even my own writing, has to be better.
I always do this when there's no actual time for me to sit down and work. Aside from my regular three jobs, I have to get at least a hundred copies of my book ready to sell at the performances on Friday and Saturday, do a radio interview on Tuesday, rehearse on Sunday and Thursday, and, somewhere in there, pay all of the bills that I haven't gotten around to yet.
This will lead only to frustration. And pain.
On Monday I opened my laptop and did some actual work. On Tuesday I thought I was dying. On Wednesday I was so happy that I wasn't dying that I thought almost exclusively of food, since I hadn't eaten since Monday. I've watched a large quantity of television, so maybe that has something to do with getting my creativity going; television is so terrible that just about anything, even my own writing, has to be better.
I always do this when there's no actual time for me to sit down and work. Aside from my regular three jobs, I have to get at least a hundred copies of my book ready to sell at the performances on Friday and Saturday, do a radio interview on Tuesday, rehearse on Sunday and Thursday, and, somewhere in there, pay all of the bills that I haven't gotten around to yet.
This will lead only to frustration. And pain.
