| Jonathan William Hodges ( @ 2007-03-13 17:42:00 |
| Current music: | The Dark Romantics :: Some Midnight Kissin' |
As per usual on my one weekday off per week since I began getting every Sunday off (at least for now, until a co-worker who has taken over such duties moves away this spring or summer), I took my notebook down to First Street Draught House around two o'clock and attempted to write to the tune of two Blue Moons. Writing can be unpredictable, every time you sit down to write you're in a slightly different place or mood, and sometimes it's a good place for creativity, especially for whatever topic you're attempting to address in your project, or sometimes it's not. Sometimes it doesn't necessarily seem to be either, but if it's not conducive to it, it may as well be bad. Today was such a day. Thought about the novel all morning, what I wanted to work on in my afternoon writing, and while I did indeed churn out a few handwritten pages, and got out mostly what it was I wanted to say, I knew as I was writing that it was just going through the motions, the product I was churning out was nothing of which to be proud, and I would eventually need to either edit it heavily or just re-write it when the mood struck again.
I've worked myself into not necessarily a good habit of only writing on these weekly ventures and leaving whatever I produce there in my notebook, never importing it into the novel on my computer. The distractions at home have been too great, and not necessarily in a negative way, but there's always something to do, aggravated by the fact I don't get home from work until 9:30 pm four days out of five, which, by the time I unpack my things, prepare, and eat dinner, it's 10:30 and I'm just wanting to relax with some music or a movie for a few minutes before I go to bed and start it back up the next day. Given my schedule, the most opportune time for me to write would be in the mornings before going in to work but that's never been a very good time for me mentally, it just doesn't fit what I'm trying to do. I'm an evening/night writer, or at least somewhere dark (thus the bar). Maybe if I could find a cool, atmospheric coffee house in town not so far from the house I could visit a couple mornings every week before work, but we'll see.
I've been driven to get my writer website re-designed and functioning again. It'll be done soon. It's practically there now. Maybe by the time I go to bed tonight...