So I woke up on Saturday feeling rotten. My brain hurt a lot and I just couldn’t face anything at all. Certainly not writing.
I decided that I needed some food and so I went out to get some breakfast from the place we call the greasy receipt. It is a non-greasy spoon which has a strange habit of having grease only on the receipt. Unfortunately it wasn’t very appealing so I didn’t finish it and I went home.
It was such a nice day yesterday that I really wanted to enjoy it, but felt I couldn’t partly because I needed to write, and also because of the brain hurting that had continued all of the way through breakfast.
I bought some papers so I decided to go and read them outside somewhere. I thought of The Park, (this is actually a pub on the park). I wondered down there, had a pint read the papers and had a bit of a rest.
Afterwards I came back and decided that I really better had get some writing done. I wrote six pages. At the point that I stopped I had reached a milestone. I had written 20,000 words since I had started on Wednesday. That seems quite a lot to me. And try as I might that was the end of the writing. It was about five thirty and I just had to stop.
I watched The Comedian (the Jerry Seinfeld documentary) and Burn After Reading. And then, I just went to bed.
There was a moment in The Comedian which was really arresting to me. Jerry is talking about what it was like when he started out being a comedian. He’s explaining that he used to only write on a couple of days a week, and how one day after lunch he saw a team of construction workers trudging back to work. They didn’t want to go back to work after lunch, and their job was far less fun than the one he was going to do. So why didn’t he want to work? He said he never looked back after this revelation.
I think a lot of creative people are like this. They want to be a writer, but they don’t actually want to do the work. The only reason I’m so tired I think is that if I was keeping up this rate of output I’d be putting out a novel every three weeks. That probably seems a tad rapid.
At least I’m still up on my daily amount even if I slipped today. I’m still 2 pages ahead of my target for the week. And if I just write 6 more I’ll hit the half way mark in the novel.
I just hope I don’t still feel as tired as this when I wake up tomorrow. I have to go back to work next week, and see a play every night Monday to Saturday (oh yeah I forgot to mention that).