So here I am, with a sink full of dirty dishes, ebow-deep in Ivory liquid.
This doesn’t seem right somehow. I’ve got a great image in my mind. Woman. Lover. Forbidden relationship in a gothic, forbidden setting. It has the clarity of a photograph in my mind, and I just know it would result in a fantastic scene for one of my long-suffering works in progress. I’m just so full of this scene that wants to burst out of me that I can’t even focus on what I’m doing. A moment ago I grabbed my thyroid pill container and nearly put it in the water to wash. 
One hour. Maybe two. If I can just get this scene, or a short chapter written, I’m sure I’ll be able to concentrate on the mundane stuff I need to do…just a little time at the computer. That’s all it would take…
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Two hours later.
Not only have I only written five–count ‘em, FIVE–measly sentences and a half-hearted description, but my butt cheeks are going numb. I KNOW this scene, I SEE this image. But I can’t seem to focus on it, knowing I’ve got dirty dishes, and floors that need to be mopped, and at least three loads of laundry to do, and bills to be paid.
Maybe if I do a little housework, get it out of the way, I’ll be able to concentrate on the writing I need to do…just a little time on the mundane stuff. That’s all it would take…
Boy, does this sound familiar. :(
I figured one or two other people would relate.
LOL It reminds me of last weekend when the kids were gone :smokin:
DId you try paper?
Amen, sister. Grocery shopping, laundry, people coming over, when was the last time I vacuumed… Some days I’m so torn between what I NEED to do and what I WANT to do, my hands shake. No use writing on days like that.
Ames, seemed like WHATEVER I did, I felt like I should be doing something else.
Sela, you put it better than I did. :yesyesyes:
Geesus, this is so familiar.
There is always some guilt-nag running interference.
yup. Happens all the time.
This is what you do: keep a small pad of paper and pen on or near you, as you clean, keep thinking/visualizing your story. Stop frequently to dash down bits and pieces of it–dialogue, description, outline scenes, GMC, what every. Just keep working and jotting.
When you’re finished your housework, open up the pc and transfer your notes to the pc. Now start playing around with them, flesh them out, try and put them in some sort of sequence, before you know it, you’ll have pages of stuff down. :-)
On an aside, yesterday I had a really good run at roughing out a synopsis/outline. Spent hours on it and didn’t go to bed till 2am. I *know* one of the main reasons I was able to be so focus is because i did major spring cleaning over the Christmas holidays. The apartment is the cleanest it’s been in years :shock: (meaning I cleaned out closets/shelves/drawers that I haven’t touched/unpacked since I moved in. lol.) But as a result, I wasn’t the least bit distracted by any housecleaning needs.
I never thought I’d say this but I can’t wait to clean my house! I spent some time in the kitchen this morning. It’s not much of a dent but it’ll just have to wait until I finish reading.
Exactly, Bernita!
Artists shouldn’t have to worry about such mundane things.
Jaq, great advice. I do keep telling myself to pick up a couple of small writing pads, or even a tiny recorder (though I hate the way my voice sounds, lol). Good idea!
…When you’re finished your housework…
(cough, cough…)
Wow, Jaq, I didn’t know you spoke a foreign language. These words are quite alien to me… :shock:
Well, Ames, that’s understandable—like you’ve been MIA for a while!
Oh boy, this is waaaaay too familiar for comfort! LOL
Daisy, there oughtta be a law… :razz: