Oh I look so forward to a real writing day. No visits to make. No chores to do (okay lots of chores just begging for my attention but none that I shall acknowledge. I believe dust bunnies are my friends.)
A perfect day to write. I got out for an early morning walk before the heat sets in. We are facing a five day run, at the END of September of temperatures 29C (84.2F) to 31C (87.8F). And that is not including the humidity factor which will make the actual temp feel to be in the 40’s.
Back to my real writing day. I have discovered, rather uncomfortably, that I can sit down at my desk, phone shut off, doors closed, segregation complete, until I start the Beast. First quick check of emails but don’t respond, too many. I found out the hard way that just one click and my morning is gone, baby, gone.
I notice there are comments on WordPress to answer, Well, that has set up a deadly train to Happy Land but also No Production Land. And I am in severe danger of being lured into doing and an actual post, always pleasant but again not productive for my immediate needs.
World’s Best Selling and World Changing Book of Fiction aside, I have been working on a very special project and it must be done by the end of October so I can have it ready for Christmas. That’s all I can say about that.
Oh yeah, The Hardest Thing in The World for Me To Do? TURN THE INTERNET OFF because I have no will power not to peek.
Not enough to turn the phone off and create arctic conditions of seclusion. I have friends who are grown up enough to just sit and write. Not me.
But clicking that icon to ‘off’ is the hardest worst gut wrenching feeling.
See here I am coffee to the left of me, water to the write…I mean right, and instead of just ‘clicking’ I am writing this to you.
Enough – here I go – leaping. It will only hurt for a nano sec. Have a good day everyone. I shall return. Say in 10 hours. No sooner I say!