Day 6: November 6

still on page 11, doing research and thinking. Going to print out what I have and see what the next few days hold. I can still make it easily by writing three pages a day every day for the next 26 days.

I am so proud of all you guys, trucking along, working hard. It's wonderful to see. :)

Aaaah.... I  know i'm a rebel but still, I want words on the page. It's been a crazy busy week and all I want to do right now is rest, not write!

I'm going to try to set aside a couple of hours to write this weekend and cross my fingers. But yeah, the... 1 play a day thing is not happening. So... um... we'll see what it will turn into instead. I'm still committed to doing it and just continuing to put dialogue on the page.

Feeling overwhelmed. In a good way. I want to write more, but time will not be plentiful til Sunday. But I do write every day, whether it's in the hours or the minutes. Every word is another step forward.

Which all sounds lovely on paper. But if I had more time, I'm sure I'd just fill it with other things anyway....

In these intense periods, I'm thinking about nothing else but writing. I'm thinking about writing in the car, I'm thinking about writing when I eat, I'm thinking about writing when I'm writing.

I couldn't be this focused all the time, my brain would explode, but isn't it lovely in the temporary? I love putting writing first like this.

November is the month in which I have given myself permission to BE a writer. That is, to make writing the most important thing in my life other than work [shelter-food-dog kibble, shelter-food-dog kibble] and my Beloved.

Fortunately, my Beloved is totally supportive of me.

This is a dark and dreary month in the Northern hemisphere, so hunkering down in one's nook to tell stories by the glow of the screen makes sense...if we're lucky, the fable takes on a life of its own, the people talk through us, the effect is like channelling a true and real thing that we can see and hear and touch, even taste. This world, even if it's frightening or harrowing, is a seductive place, far from the routines we may have, or the pressures from a thousand other demands.

Life is simple in that world and we are its Deity. No one says anything except what we type or write, no one does anything except what we decide...

Very addictive. One steals time from work, from friends and family, scribbling and scratching and tippety tapping.

I lose sleep during this process, I get the "vulture shoulders", I am surly if I'm not in front of the screen, I am always thinking about it even when I am in meetings or eating dinner or supposedly watching TV.

November is an orgy of it, and isn't it wonderful?

Of course, I haven't hit the WALL yet...ahem.

Had some kind of mad burst at the beginning but have managed to get tied up in other stuff (although if you asked me, I couldn't begin to remember what). I read another post recently (think it was Danny) about trying to pace yourself and actually not 'write yourself out' in a session. Then you know that you have something to write tomorrow and the blank page isn't quite so harrowing.
I've got a flight to catch tonight so I'm looking forward to some uninterrupted time.

Hope everyone else is still motivated and keep going.

Sonia