Oh the joys of writing and finding yourself slammed face first into a metaphorical solid cement wall. As you know, I am doing CampNaNo this April, and my goal of 30k words seems unobtainable. I am sitting at 7k and should be at 11k.
Two days ago – oh no wait, this will be the third day – I found myself to be stuck knee deep in writing quick sand. And I mean STUCK. I can’t figure out why. I have already had to go back and start over several times, and in doing NaNo, that is not allowed. You are suppose to keep pushing forward, sludge through it until you get to the other side and win the word war.
So why can’t I seem to pull up my big girl pants and kick this stories a$$?!
Well it’s obvious… my WIP is just a big mean bully that needed more hugs growing up.
Or I have spent too much time whining to myself in my own head and finding myself doing other much more joyful tasks.
Let’s go over these said joyful tasks shall we?
Wednesday I scrubbed the small floor space BEHIND the toilet… which led to cleaning the bathroom floors.
So naturally I tackled the laundry room floors next.
Then I decided that I needed to clean all of the wood floors. After successfully breaking my floor steamer, I gave up before I made it into the kitchen.
Come Thursday, I managed to make a full blown dinner menu plan for the next two weeks…. (This is something I hate doing and usually can only plan up to 3-4 days at a time)
Then of course I had to go shopping for said menu plans, and after finding that my local grocery store did not have hoagie rolls and that was a necessity item for last night’s dinner plan, this was a major problem.
So how did I fix the problem?!?! I came home and made them from scratch of course. Homemade bread is the best, but being in the midst of a writing project were I need words, now is not the time to spend hours making bread….
Once home from the grocery store, I then had to clean out the fridge so that I had room for all of my freshly bought groceries, which led to me scrubbing the glass shelves in my refrigerator. When that didn’t waste enough time, I found it to be a good idea to then chop up the old produce -that had seen better days and was going into the garbage – and go mix it into my compost bin (yes I have a compost bin, one of those crazy idea’s I had that seemed like a good idea at the time, now I have a bin of rotting stuff…. A story for another day.).
Once the bin was stirred, the groceries put away, the bread rising, I didn’t really have anything left to do. The perfect time to tackle my WIP, right?
Instead I sat down with my DVR, while the kids played endless games of Trouble, and caught up on my missed episodes of Revenge! Love that show, BTW.
Alas came Friday, today, and how many words have I written?
Don’t ask. I’ve been busy doing laundry. Even though laundry day is on Mondays. What? I am getting a jump start for next week…
So this my friend is my story and process of how to productively procrastinate and get everything done except what you set out to do.
Now I am going to sit down and write. Or run the vacuum…