So I just noticed that the last few blogs I’ve written have been to do with my mental health. I think this means I need to do more than simply writing to do lists.
I can plan to my hearts content but the reality is i’ve got a hell of a lot of events coming up. I’m not sure I have a quiet period til christmas.
Oh Lordy, Christmas! That’s another mountain to climb.
I’m writing this on my phone as my Chromebook has decided to shut down at random intervals. It’s where I tend to do most of my writing. I don’t dare now for fear of losing passages mid-sentance.
Today’s wordcount: 436, mostly the newsletter for work
I have been somewhat overwhelmed of late. My calendar is full and my mind won’t stay still. I find posting relaxing. It gives me a chance to collect my thoughts and process the day. There are times when my anxiety does not want me to take account of my days. I’m afraid that if I stop and think for a moment all those worries will come crashing down and engulf me.
So I keep on going, full speed ahead until I crash head first into a brick wall. I am attempting to circumnavigate the eventual injury by ensuring I keep to my routine. Alarms are reset, to do lists re-written time will not run riot over my days.
Word count for the last few days: 1,168
Today is the first in a long time in which I have had nothing planned through the day. Last night I wrote a really strong to do list. the things I was avoiding don’t seem quite so daunting written down. After a bit of a lie in I checked the master list, then wrote a to do today list, picking out the most pressing tasks, ordering a cheque book, paying bills etc.
I also got the chance to sit down for a good couple of hours and revise the opening of my novel. It’s my piece to read aloud for the writing group tomorrow. Super nervous but also excited.
Today’s Wordcount: 830
My week has been a whirlwind of activity. I cannot think of a single day in which I had time to rest, never mind write!
I can feel my mind becoming overloaded. Manic bursts of energy followed by pure exhaustion. Days rush past with unnatural speed. Tight cracking jaw, the frustrating insistence of a tension headache. Thoughts rush with anxious urgency then vanish with the next task. Pin pricks of guilt. Forgotten obligations.
I need space.
I need silence.
Back to writing group tonight. The homework this week was to write a ‘hook’. I am supposed to make the reader irresistibly hooked within the first couple of sentences. The tutor told said to make it as shocking as we wanted.
I am being ever so brave and bringing in the first paragraph of my novel. I fiddled with it a bit today and swapped scenes around to have the reader jump straight into the action.
Wish me luck
Today’s Word-count: 142
I woke up several times in the night with a swollen throat and the beginnings of migraine.
The migraine hit in full force this morning. I didn’t manage to get out of bed until around one in the afternoon. I scribbled a few words down, but I don’t know if they’ll even make it into my novel.
Today’s wordcount: 130
Yesterday consisted solely of running around after my niece. She is flipping adorable. We had the best day together. It consisted of throwing food about the place, reading books, going to the park, singing songs, rolling around on the bed, signing along with Mr Tumble, chasing cats, running around in a circle and two really good snuggly naps. After that, I fell into a bath and had a hell of an early night.
Today I wrote the newsletter for Crafty, It felt easier to write this week, less stressful. I actually managed to complete it within an hour.
Today’s Wordcount: 203
I wrote a little more of my novel, thus far I am around eight hundred words into the ‘final revision’. I really hope I speed things up or I’ll be finishing this when I’m a pensioner. I also wrote up the description of an asthma attack. It’s father pleasingly one hundred words.
A stabbing pain shoots across my shoulder blades, I press them down giving my lungs space to expand. I push my rib cage out as far as it will go, drag in all the air I can. It is thin and next to useless in my failing lungs. A wet gurgle sounds, I feel it more than hear it. An uncomfortable restriction in the base of my left lung. Another coughing fit racks my body. They’ve gotten quieter my throat weak and raw. The inhaler eases my breath but it’s not long before the sorry process starts all over again.
Today’s Wordcount: 288
Again didn’t get a chance to post yesterday. Asthma struck again. In the morning I kept on working on my Novel. I’m hoping one day soon I’ll be able to write a thousand words or so in a sitting like I did in my first draft. I miss that freedom.
Writing group last night was pretty fun. I read out my piece, The Golden Library, and received positive feedback. Although I was told to cut out the adverb effortlessly, which I think might be fair enough. I’ll have to take another look to see how I can get the message across without it.
I also read out a piece I found from a while ago which described having an asthma attack. It made everyone in the group feel short of breath. I’m hoping to write it up today.
Yesterday’s Wordcount: 303
Didn’t get a chance to post yesterday so here it is. I got a few good words down in the morning. Even though each word feels laborious I’m slowly progressing the story.Now my quandary is I have 5 characters in my first chapter. All but one are immediate family and one is unconscious. It doesn’t feel like too much information at once. but is that a big no no? Am I over thinking this?
Now my quandary is I have five characters in my first chapter. All but one are immediate family and one is unconscious. It doesn’t feel like too much information at once. Is that a big no no? Am I over thinking this?
Yesterday’s word count: 245