I have not touched my novel since July ended. And though you would think I’d be in minor freak-out mode about this, I’m not. I would rather give my body and brain time to relax, let the ideas shift and arrange themselves in my head and wait until I’m in a good mental place to sit down and write than force myself to work when I’m not ready. I think writing is the one thing I’ve yet been able to teach myself to take slowly. Very slowly.
I mean, 50,000 words in one month is not slow. But you get the idea.
I need a good rainy day so I can spend an entire morning writing and an entire afternoon reading – all in my pajamas, might I add. Everyone needs a good do-nothing-pajama-day, and I literally have not had one all summer. I’ve been way too swamped with school, JulNo and my internship (which I can do in my pajamas, but for whatever reason usually don’t).
So a major Day of Nothingness is imminent. I just haven’t figured out when, since my list of things I need to do before I leave on the 18th/19th keeps getting bigger. Why can’t I ever find pants that are the right length? Seriously, I have to get every single new pair hemmed. Not fair, body. Not fair at all.
Maybe I need to declare a specific day (probably tomorrow, knowing my brain) my writing day. It probably wouldn’t work the way I wanted it to, but I could always try.