While on vacation the three days before Christmas, I decided to pretend I’m a different kind of writer. The kind the writes from home.
I volunteered to turn in 10 pages at my fiction writing class on the first day back after the break. On top of that, we have another writing assignment we’re supposed to read out loud.
Between the days off this week and two next week, I should be able to write 10 pages easily. But I’m having a hard time. I can’t visualize what it is that I’m writing about, is the problem, I think. Sentence construction like the previous is another. Problem.
I should just write write, not care if it’s good and go back and revise later.
If I were self-employed, this is what my day would be like:
- Take Leo to the dog park from 9-10.
- Play with Isis in the backyard.
- Sit at computer and check e-mail, Twitter and Facebook.
- Maybe write something.
- Take Isis for a walk.
- Play with Leo in the backyard.
- Talk to Rob when he gets home from work between 4 and 5.
Given this, I did write 1,000 words yesterday. While walking Leo a short while ago (we skipped the dog park, it was raining), I decided I would have a solid 2,000 words by the end of the day and also make some headway on the other assignment, which is to write obituaries for some of my characters. Harder than I thought it would be.