So you know that thing about Sunday being a day of rest for certain people? That pretty much was what happened to me. I just couldn’t apply myself at all. In the whole day I wrote 1 page! That’s it. And boy did I feel all the better for it.
So in the end I didn’t do 10 pages a day on a running total. Which is a shame but I know that if I had been more realistic at the beginning of the week and said 5 pages a day I might still have not made it.
Weirdly when something is fun, like writing is most of the time then it fits into a set of fun options I have. Going out with friends, reading, movies, tv, Internet etc. It slots in as one of the options to chose from and it is more effort than the rest.
But when it was work like it was this week it was easier to do it to the exclusion of all else.
But on Sunday I had had enough of being alone. So I called Nick. I went out for beers with another friend. I sang a song and had it broadcast on the Internet while taking part in a comedy quiz show about Formula 1. And then Katherine came back.
I had a people day today. And if you’ve ever read writing by anti- social writers I think you can tell. They are the ones who never seem to know why anyone does anything. They are the ones whose dialogs sounds clunky. They are the ones I never want to be.
Remember one of the rules was don’t despair. I beat all of my own real expectations. And that’s the main thing. 20,000 words is not to be sniffed at. You try it some time if you don’t believe me.
Roll on the theater diary.