18000 / 70000 words. 26% done!
I have to treat my writing like a child. Coax it with little carrots, threaten it with big fat fucking sticks.
Next goal: 23,300 words - one third.
Another 5k, come on, come on.
I don't know what it is, this inbuilt sulky dipshit avoidance that goes on. It's the same impulse that makes me spark a fag when I know I'd rather breathe clean air or eat a piece of sticky cake when I'd really deep down rather have an orange.
My perversion, I suppose. Sabotage.
Which leads me back to carrots, one of the ways I treat myself. Every time I write, I'm allowed to find a good song on youtube. Sad, really.
But you know, if you've been chewing fingernails for too long and fidgeting in your seat and giving the blank page baleful glares and reading too much of the book section in the paper that's full of sniffy reviews and grand critics' declarations and declaimers, and spinning off into sideways tangents that might help you win at pub quizzes someday but will never really help you write the novel -
Sometimes the only way to kick-start this fucking huffy muse is with a dose of grinding drums and scratchy guitars. And swearing. Swearing definitely helps. If I had a car I'd drive it into cardboard boxes. As is, the Beastie Boys provide the same rush. That beat - does it every time. Anyone else got particular songs that rev the engine? Or should I be seeking hard drugs instead?