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I’m having one today.

For some reason, the thought of doing any work on The Novel has no appeal to me today, and I have no idea why.  I’ve written about this in the past, but this isn’t procrastination. It isn’t fear. It isn’t the need for a day off.  I just don’t feel like writing today. Even making an entry in The Journal was a struggle, and I have no commitments to length or content for that.  The only commitment I have for it is to write in it every day.  I did do it, but it was almost physically painful.

And The Novel is even worse.  There is a knot in my stomach the size of a canned ham just thinking about it, even though I have a very good idea of where I’m currently going in the story.

What to do, what to do.

I know I will go home tonight and sit in front of the computer with a frosty-cool beverage close at hand. I will make every effort to avoid distraction, but I’m not sure that I will be able to reach that lofty, Joyce-ian goal of getting a dozen words on the page, much less the 1500-ish I can normally put down.

This is going to be a fight between Intent and Action against something I am unable to even define.  We’ll see how it goes.


PS – I’ll edit this and let you know how it went, and what I did, if anything, to get past this. If I can identify what the problem itself is, I’ll let you know that, too.

PPS – As promised, here is how things went this evening:

Could have been better, but it could have been much worse.  I ended up just sitting in front of the computer, beverage at hand, and read the last page or so I had written the night before.  A little more sitting, a little beverage, and something came to me.  I typed that, then sat some more. Something else came to me, so I typed that in, too.

After an hour and half, I had just a hair over 1,000 added.  Not an epic session, but it was something.  The proof is there in the pudding – if you sit in the chair, something might come. If I had given in to my desire to NOT write, I would have done nothing at all.

Four out of five dentists surveyed acknowledge that being in the chair makes it easier to get things done.

PPPS – I’m still not sure what caused that overwhelming feeling of ‘nope’ to hit me today.  I do know that an appropriate beverage of a frosty-cool nature didn’t hurt one bit.