I was all set to use a writing prompt that I found at a blog I subscribe to. I thought I could make it so fitting for this time of year here above the equator. Then I read a post at another blog I get notices from, making my brain go into overdrive with several new ideas for stories.
I’m still mystified as to why this post struck me this way because it was about flat character arcs. The article gave me just what I needed for the writing project I’ve been working on for over two months, but it had very little to do with the brainstorming it gave me.
As I wrote down my thoughts and ideas that were spilling out all over the place, I kept on telling myself I needed to write a post for this Saturday. I’d get to a place where I felt comfortable stopping to do just that and there was some distraction that had to be dispelled.
I’m sure you know what type of interruptions I’m talking about.
Hubby needed me to do something for him. With his neck still healing, how can I say no? One of the cats decided it was time for a hairball attack. I guess I could have let it alone to clean up later but it was on the carpet where the stain would be horrid. Mother-in-Law came walking through the door to see how her baby boy was doing. Being the good daughter-in-law, I left my PC and went to the kitchen to make coffee.
Anyway, I’m sure you get the idea. Just let me say, there were more of those annoyances than the three mentioned.
There were still times when I could have gotten 600 to 800 words down for a post but I’d forget that I wanted to get it done. I know full well that I don’t have to do two posts a week. My livelihood doesn’t depend on it. I’m sure most, if not all of you would forgive me if I didn’t get a post in on time. Nevertheless, I have made a commitment to myself about this blog and I believe it’s much better for me to stay true to myself. In addition, somehow writing these posts help me with the productivity of my writing project. That’s another mystery I need to solve.
The thing is that I don’t want to get so wrapped up in ‘projects’ that I become an absolute and exclusive recluse. As it is anyway in my life, I feel greatly restricted from others. The blogging community is one of my few ways to interact with others. If I let that go by the wayside, I’m sure to land in the ‘funny farm’.
This is why I sit here, late on a Saturday night (11:20) with toothpicks holding my eyes open, typing away on my keyboard. No, I am not bonkers. Truly, I’m not. I’m just taking care of my friendships, my mental health and my motivation to keep on writing.