Delaying Tactics?
Jun. 17th, 2004 01:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonSo I got about 1500 new words done on The Green Ones in the last few days, cut maybe 500, had a faboo* work session yesterday, but today it's dead as dirt. It absolutely refused to go no matter how many times I turned the key in the ignition. What really wanted to go was a new story, Green Horse Bones (yes, the one inspired by the blog heading). I did 500k on that yesterday in addition to TGO and today it was pressing its case very hard. After twenty minutes of staring at the TGO pages and not getting any go on, I finally gave in to GHB. Probably another 4 to 500k. [6-18-04: ROFL. Obviously that was a wee bit of a typo. 500 words, much more modest.] So I guess I'm working on that now.
But I found myself wondering if perhaps all this is not some delaying tactic my subconscious is throwing at me to weasel out of the Big Rewrite. It could be, since I told myself, "Okay, I'm just going to finish up The Green Ones since it's hot right now, then I'll get on with the rewrite." After that, the story ideas started breeding like rabbits, each singing a seductive little song, "Do me next, do me next, do me next!"
Never underestimate my subconscious's will to non-work.
I miss writing a novel. It gave me someplace productive to go every day where I didn't have to shilly shally around with new ideas wanting to get born. Of course, the whole time I was writing the novel, I was thinking, "It'll be so great when I can explore some of these new ideas I've had to put on the back burner." Never happy, I.
*My spellcheck came up with Fabio as an alternative to faboo. Definitely not my type. Yes, Tara, I still use the spellcheck, though inconsistently.
But I found myself wondering if perhaps all this is not some delaying tactic my subconscious is throwing at me to weasel out of the Big Rewrite. It could be, since I told myself, "Okay, I'm just going to finish up The Green Ones since it's hot right now, then I'll get on with the rewrite." After that, the story ideas started breeding like rabbits, each singing a seductive little song, "Do me next, do me next, do me next!"
Never underestimate my subconscious's will to non-work.
I miss writing a novel. It gave me someplace productive to go every day where I didn't have to shilly shally around with new ideas wanting to get born. Of course, the whole time I was writing the novel, I was thinking, "It'll be so great when I can explore some of these new ideas I've had to put on the back burner." Never happy, I.
*My spellcheck came up with Fabio as an alternative to faboo. Definitely not my type. Yes, Tara, I still use the spellcheck, though inconsistently.