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[nonionay]

Today I ventured out half asleep in search of caffeine. I went to the coffee shop I often stop by on my way to work. (It's got fat, inbred goldfish. ) But this time, I had pajamas on beneath my skirt and I was going home afterwards. The owner asked me what I was doing today, and I said that depended on how virulent my creativity was. I needed to do laundry. So I could either write a boatload, or have clean underwear.

I sure wrote a lot.

I'm at 65,000 words (aiming for 80,000). I should be done with all the extra scenes except the big, big part. I don't think I have anything left to cut. I can't guarantee that, however.

We'll see how creative the roommate is when it gets home. If Keffy's as bad as me, then Keffy shall be left alone for some well-deserved writing time. Otherwise, I'm looking forward to chilling with Red Dwarf.

SRSLY. It's hard to find alone time for writing. Sometimes, I want to write someplace other than my bed or couch. I was at the library yesterday, hoping to get in some writing time before the critique group started. I love the Drop, but it can be really noisy there. But at the library desk I sat at (with a necessary power outlet) I could hear the library staff talking in the office next to me! Bitch bitch bitch.

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[twisting-path.livejournal.com]

You know I always enjoy your writerly posts, and always feel so guilty because I haven't been writing in such a long, long time. So much has gotten in the way--getting the kid graduated, my trip to Germany, now getting the graduated kid off to OU in August. Look at all you've written since I became the procrastination queen!

I know it is very hard to find alone time. I'm determined to Shut the Door like Stephen King says to, but dammit, my daughter is leaving soon, and every evening I just am enjoying being with the kids so much that I just can't do it yet. I should put this in a post for myself, you know?

In any case, I've dragged Jax back out. Lots of soul searching and a redive back into mystery for awhile has led me back to fantasy again, and the freedom and fun of it. With mystery I just felt like a noose was around my neck. Can't do this, can't do that, yadda yadda yadda...

[criada.livejournal.com]

Family vs. writing is a tough choice. Certainly you should get as much daughter time in as you can right now! Are you now going to have an empty nest? Pfft. You don't need kids, you've got a puppy!!

I'm lucky in that I don't have any responsibilities beyond one sad, neglected pothos vine. Even my "pets" are independent spiders that I let clutter my corners. I remember my first Nanowrimo, which is basically when I started writing seriously, and my then-boyfriend would come pay attention to me in his adorable way. But dammit, I was writing. I've got the self-sufficient personality of a nun, and it means I can go without social contact for a long time. But sometimes I get lonely and wish I had family and boyfriends like the rest of the world.

Fantasy's such an awesome genre, since you can do anything in it, even write a mystery. :-)

[kaerfel.livejournal.com]

Finding alone time is HARD. I used to get so pissed when Tye would interrupt me while I was writing, especially when it was to give me a math or computer programming lecture I could care less about, and especially while I was really into it (and especially when it would happen every five minutes). But then I'd just feel really guilty about it, and it would make me feel like such a horrible person when I was writing, especially when I got really bitchy about anyone interrupting me, only to end up scrapping whatever scene I was working on or ditching the whole project that was supposedly so important I had to be mean to everyone over it.

Now I've decided to just not get worked up over it when I get interrupted, and that helps me a lot towards not hating myself, and I think overall I get to get back to my writing faster. Though I was also telling Tye about this the other day, and he didn't think it was a good sign for my writing, since it kind of implies I don't care as much about it.

I liked writing in the quiet room in Western's library. It was nice.

[timata1705.livejournal.com]

Finding time during termtime is very difficult, but during the holidays when I've got nothing but free time its hard as well - motivation just seeps out and I tell myself I've got all the time in the world so why do any now :P
Congrats on the 65,000 words (beats my 35000 by a long way *glare at story in the hope it will write itself*)
Good luck with those last few scenes :D

[criada.livejournal.com]

I think a good way to maintain motivation is to give yourself a writing quota. Either write for a specific amount of time, no matter what, or write a specific (but low) number of words. When I'm not feeling inspired, I make myself write at least 200 words of whatever. (I will write 200 words about the lamp in that corner, etc.)

Yesterday was the first day after final exams for my roommate. She's kind of a workaholic when it comes to school, and can never find time to write. (And, even though she's five years younger than me, she suffers from 'you've written more than me' guilt. When I's her age, I had crap.)
So it was her first free day, and she's all, "OMG gonna write!!!" and she kept being distracted by friends. But that's what she gets for going on the internet and to our friend-filled coffee shop.

[csinman.livejournal.com]

So I could either write a boatload, or have clean underwear.

I sure wrote a lot.

HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!


Get nice padded headphones. That's next on my list.