My blog has been noticably lacking lately. No surprise really: I’ve spent every spare moment (read: moments that I actually felt motivated to sit in front of a keyboard typing coherently) in the last few days working on ‘The Story’ — and thanks to a dozen and one distractions, I am uber-far-behind. Das list of painful distractions (past, present, and future) that have (or may) encumber my ultimate word-count: 1 :: The parents. (Grumblegrumblegrumble thegovernment grumblegrumble) They arrived on the doorstep last weekend. The visit was great. But sorry: you make the list because you broke my concentration. 2 :: Toronto. Four days lacking any sort of connection with a keyboard. Is that even possible? 3 :: Space Moose. Or other variations on comic strips, comic book publishing, or courses and the homework associated with them. 4 :: Work. Eight hours a day plus two commuting. Is that ANY way to write a bestseller? Plus I’m like a job-magnet: people keep throwing work at me and I keep saying I’ll do it. 5 :: Revolutions. Or more specifically, The Matrix: Revolutions which was an excellent way to spend a date night out with the wife, unless of course you should have been at home writing A NOVEL. 6 :: Sleep. But that was a factor I had considered briefly before this all began. However: No more excuses. My goal for the end of this weekend is a grandiose twenty-five thousand words. It’s possible. Don’t laugh. That’s only, like, fourty pages or something. Heck I just used up like 267 or something here, typing this pointless entry. Sigh. |
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