The hardest part of writing, is writing. The easiest part of writing, is not writing. I’ve mastered the easy part. I am a PROcrastinator and I practice my skills regularly; reruns of Law & Order, PlayStation 4, Netflix, Twitter, weed (although I like writing stoned and I had to take a bong rip after writing that), eating unnecessary snacks and mini meals, doodling and just about anything on my phone. I excel at all that. But that’s the problem, there are so many already so good at that, chances are, you’ve mastered all those things and then some, and probably better at them too.
I struggle with writing goals and essentially write only when I feel like it, or when I’m “inspired”, ha. My daily writing goal is 1,000 words, which usually I go way over—if I write on that particular day.
Several different unfinished manuscripts lounge around my computer and desk that I bounce back and forth between. I’m a little ADHD when it comes to creative work and I like to flop around, but it usually works against me. I end up on the back patio with my iPad, reading with the happy smoke, or doing the truffle shuffle in front of the fridge deciding on what crap to consume instead of writing.
Facebook has been an annoying cesspool of excrement that I sometimes contribute to with nothing of importance, which is perfect, because I only really visit so I can’t get to whatever project I’m currently motivated with. I don’t need further distractions. It’s a perfect strategy that always prevails.
Then there are some days, Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood is blasting in the living-room, the Peanuts Movie (our two year old is addicted to it) is blaring in the family-room where my desk is located. I sit there with all kinds of noise and distractions—and I just write, for hours sometimes. I’ll get up from time to time for a brief truffle shuffle at the fridge, or a puff out back, or tending to the two year old terror chasing the fat fart manufacturing cat around the apartment. But on days like that, I can return to my fiction right where I left off with no problem. My fingers glide across the keyboard trying to move as fast as my brain.
I wish I had more days like that.
Even if it’s crap, it’s gold—because it’s a starting point and I’m that much closer to the end.
What are your daily writing goals and how do you muscle through them?