After a truly lovely morning spent with Alex and Sarah at Northern Beaches Coffee Morning, I decided I would sit down and just edit my damn NaNoWrimo story. I have got nothing else to do and it is raining. Fifty thousands words, actually fifty thousand, three hundred and thirty five words to edit. Sigh. Do I really want to peel back the virtual cover and reveal that many words of utter nonsense? Do I really want to see what I need to undo and redo? Look, I am all for self-awareness and the insights you can gain into yourself and how you can improve, but but but…
Distraction. Must buy chickens. Live, clucky, egg-laying hopefully not-too-smelly, chickens. Be ecofriendly, increase protein intake, teach kids how mum will do their chores if chicken-smell gets too much for her. Thinking I might rent me some chickens.
Focus. Writing, must edit writing. Print it, give it as a gift to someone who will smile kindly and thank me like I thank my kids for the hard work they’ve put into macaroni art. That is what my NaNoWrimo was like: wilfull crazy abandon with pva glue, dried spaghetti and glitter. It is loved during creation, it is loved stuck on the fridge for a week but it would never be framed.. so why am I bothering with the editing at all?
How quickly I can talk myself out of editing what I write! That in itself has got to be a gift.
Distraction. Thinking I should take up sales as my next career, clearly if I can convince myself out of a particular course of action, I could convince someone into a particular course of action. Sales people do talk a lot. This isn’t a bad thing, it is their thing. It isn’t my thing. I tend to write a lot more than I talk.
Focus. Writing. Does blogging count?