I should follow my own advice. And, perhaps, not use reflexive pronouns. But. I. Can't. Stop.
Where was I? Oh, yes...
I have this friend (she-who-shall-not-be-named / SWSNBN) who is a fantastic writer. I mean, really fantastic -- the kind that makes you cry when you realize you can't write like her. SWSNBN has this block when it comes to her writing. I'm not sure what it is -- self doubt, maybe? Which from an objective perspective (mine) is CRAZY. Because MY. GOD. she can write.
She's easily frustrated and gives up on a lot of stuff. I told her, "Get a notebook and write. I don't care what you write. I don't care if there is a plot, or no voice, or flat characters, or whatever. It really doesn't matter. Because as long as you're writing something, eventually you'll get to where you need to be."
It's good advice and I really believe it. I guess, you know, as long as I'm giving it to others (haha) because do I apply it to myself? NO.
It's very obvious that I don't apply my advice when, after a week of this new draft, I have 1K words. There I was last night at 7pm with 5 -- FIVE! -- new words for the day.
That's when I had to have a stern talk with myself. Because, COME ON, enough was enough.
I brought out the notebook. And I wrote. First I listed all the books I had to add to Goodreads for December (25 new entries -- I should be more on top of that). Then I had to list their ratings. Oh, and make a list of where I bought books so that I could add them to my file.
And then I made a list of things that NEEDED to get done (bills, balance checkbook, take Yuki to get a haircut...).
And then I doodled. Wrote my name a couple thousand times...
There's a lot going on in my head, gotta tell ya. *Snicker.*
What I didn't do is lift my pen from the paper.
THEN I was able to write. I wrote quite a bit. Enough to get me jumpstarted today, if I try hard.
I need to start listening to myself better. Life is much easier that way.