Dance: the cure to writers block?

I began this week with 9000 words, I deleted 5000, wrote another 3000 and deleted about 2000 of those. Yet I’m not disappointed. I decided that in order to get into the story I needed the beginning to be right* and the best way to do it was to tear it up and try and piece it back together. Only most of the pieces didn’t fit to I had to write new ones

It’s coming together, I plan to finish a big chunk of it today – that way next week I can finally dive into the good stuff. I’ve had some really good ideas this last week and they came from hoping around my lounge to various songs.

I want to say it was dancing but I don’t think other people would agree. No idea why this was so helpful but everytime I got stuck I found a song, turned the volume up and proceeded to go mad. By the end of it I’d found the answer.

I had Friday off, which was just as well as I spent the last 2 days criting my friends manuscript. It’s 50,000 words and I didn’t plan on doing it that quickly but got caught up in the story – I still managed to do my writing so it’s all good.

Have you got something that helps you when you’re stuck?

 

*not perfect, that’s a long way of…

Magic Time?

I’m not sure what makes 3am so special, but for 2 nights I’ve stayed up until then and last night I woke up @ 3.

PING!

And now I can’t get back to sleep even though I’m tired.

The advantage is that I have all this extra time to finish the edit of the first draft… I’m just not sure how good it’s going to be after only 3-4 hours worth of sleep for 3 nights running.

Space the final frontier…

My desk is too small.

When I bought it I had to consider a few things, like how much room I had left after squeezing in 4 bookcases, sofa, tv unit, coffee table and fridge* (and the fact that I didn’t have that much money left over).

On my desk I have my computer, document holders, pencil holder, storage boxes and a bunch of other stuff. Most of this is buried under research docs, books, drawing pads, notebooks, sticky notes  and as of today the first sixty something pages worth of manuscript.

Result being?

Everytime I move one thing, something else lands on the floor.

If I could magically make my living room bigger I’d get a new desk, a nice big one. With extra storage, secret compartments! And it would be made of real wood not chipboard.

Until then, I’ll keep loving this one, even with a daily avalanche.

* I’m not kidding about the fridge, the washing machine took its space in the kitchen. So it was living room or bedroom, where would you have stuck it?