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Head banging time
I got three more pages written on my contest story, and some notes for a couple holiday shorts that are "due"; nothing today on Covenant, but...
But I have to figure out some way of concentrating for longer periods of time. I have taken the adage "Write 15 minutes every day" to new heights - because I write for 15-20 minutes and then all thoughts disappear in a fog and I'm off and wandering about the house or the internet or just mindlessly sitting. And then an hour or so later, BANG! I have to start writing because it's just suddenly there waiting to hit the 'paper'.
It's really starting to bug me. I've always had a short attention span but it seems like it just gets worse all the time. Or my reaction to it is. The more I try to force myself to stay focused, the more jittery and blank-minded I go. I mean, it seems to be "working" - these short frenzied periods of productivity - but it does nothing for my peace of mind. I'm hoping it's just another symptom of cabin fever and once I'm more mobile vis a vis the weather, I'll be able to settle down with more determination. At least once it's nice out, I can grab a notebook and pen and go out in the garden to write.
So maybe that's it - now that it's warming up, what miniscule bit of patience with winter that I had has just flown out the coop. Gawd...
But I have to figure out some way of concentrating for longer periods of time. I have taken the adage "Write 15 minutes every day" to new heights - because I write for 15-20 minutes and then all thoughts disappear in a fog and I'm off and wandering about the house or the internet or just mindlessly sitting. And then an hour or so later, BANG! I have to start writing because it's just suddenly there waiting to hit the 'paper'.
It's really starting to bug me. I've always had a short attention span but it seems like it just gets worse all the time. Or my reaction to it is. The more I try to force myself to stay focused, the more jittery and blank-minded I go. I mean, it seems to be "working" - these short frenzied periods of productivity - but it does nothing for my peace of mind. I'm hoping it's just another symptom of cabin fever and once I'm more mobile vis a vis the weather, I'll be able to settle down with more determination. At least once it's nice out, I can grab a notebook and pen and go out in the garden to write.
So maybe that's it - now that it's warming up, what miniscule bit of patience with winter that I had has just flown out the coop. Gawd...