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I try to pass it off as writer’s block, and honestly, some of my inability to write does come from being blocked. I’ll open up my novel and stare at it for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to write next. And then I close it and go play Sims 2. Or write a blog post.
I keep finding myself wishing for things, as if they’ll help me write. We’re in the new house, but as I mentioned, most of our stuff is in storage in Texas. I’m sitting here in my barren little office, staring around, wishing I could paint the walls. If I could paint the walls, it wouldn’t be so dull-looking, and I’d feel better about working. Or I wish I had a scented candle, because that’s obviously the missing link in my ability to churn out words. Or my exercise ball office chair. Maybe if I put in a better light fixture…
Environment is important to me when I write, so I can’t completely blow off all of those flighty wishes. I know that it’s too damp outside to paint the walls, as they would take forever to dry and I wouldn’t be able to write in here anyway. Unless someone invents a teleporter, I won’t have my lovely exercise ball chair until the second week of December. I could go to the store and buy a scented candle, though… But that would take more time out of my writing schedule (though we do need to go to Target and look for anti-slip stickers for the bathtub)…
No! The best I can do right now is open the shade to let what little sunlight November in Oregon has to offer in, turn on some mellow music, and crack open the word processor. I really want to win my first NaNo attempt. This is part of my Hermione complex, I think. I want to have that winner’s badge, because it’s like getting an A in life.
So… I’d better finish this post and get back to writing.
