So I've been home sick from work pretty much all week.* So I sit on my couch for eight hours, watch TV, eat food, and sit some more. And have the computer open on my lap. This has been my entire week. I can't go outside (cuz I'm contagious and look like Quasimodo), and I can't invite people over for those same reasons.** So I'm either on the computer or watching TV. Or sleeping.
So yesterday I'm in my stilt of post-work boredom and I think, "I should be writing." Then I think, "I don't feel like writing. I can't write in the afternoon."
"But you don't even have brainmushitis. No excuse."
"But I don't feel like it."
"That's the attitude, Charlie. That's how you become a professional. Way to be serious about this."
"I'm sick! Give me a break!"
"You're full of crap."
"Exactly! AN IT'S COMING OUT OF MY EYE!"
...Anyway, despite the fact that I didn't feel inspired, I sat down and opened up Piscis. And lo and behold, I wrote. A lot. I made some really good progress on that story, and I was super happy about it. I managed to get word count done for TDSF (which I hand-wrote) too, so yesterday turned out to be a fairly productive day.
Moral of the story: Excuses = fail.
SO, I'm much more motivated now. Everyone cheer.
In other news, it's interesting to see the comments I'm getting on Miss Snark's First Victim--some are really nice, others are really... honest, ha. And helpful. I'm glad I entered!
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*I got pink eye [first time ever] on top of the cold. Let me tell you, it has scarred me for life.
**Except for my husband, who as of today, also has pink eye.
Stop getting pinkeye. I'm bored at work and have noone to talk too.
ReplyDeleteAlso I'm pretty sure you told me about the Miss Snark thing, but it never registered until now. I should enter. And I agree, those comments seem very helpful for Weirs.