How I Write
Like Hemingway on going broke: slowly, then suddenly. Usually when I have a deadline.
I'm trying to break out of that habit, though. Trying to be more disciplined, more organized. I'm trying to write more, in general, and in specific. I feel like I should be writing all the time, staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning, hunched over my computer, drinking Jolt and smoking cigarettes (Disclaimer: I've never had a sip of Jolt or smoked a cigarette in my life). But I don't seem to work that way.
Yesterday, I tried to turn myself into a night writer, but middling success at best. I really prefer to write in the morning, first thing. It's when my head is clear enough, open enough to really work. I can do some rewriting later in the day, but nothing new or in depth really. Unless there's a gun to my head.
The only problem is that I can only write for about an hour before my brain turns to tapioca in the morning. So once I do that, what the hell do I do with the rest of my day? Watch my stories (West Wing re-runs on Bravo). Go for long walks. The occasional lunch. That sort of thing. But all the while, I'm thinking: I should be writing. I should be writing. I should be writing.
Like now. I should be writing. But I'm doing this. Partly because I have two early(ish) appointments, so I'm getting this in, in the hopes that I'll have time later to do other stuff. To do some real work.
Oh, I have a show coming up. Check it out here and here. Come see it if you can.
I'm trying to break out of that habit, though. Trying to be more disciplined, more organized. I'm trying to write more, in general, and in specific. I feel like I should be writing all the time, staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning, hunched over my computer, drinking Jolt and smoking cigarettes (Disclaimer: I've never had a sip of Jolt or smoked a cigarette in my life). But I don't seem to work that way.
Yesterday, I tried to turn myself into a night writer, but middling success at best. I really prefer to write in the morning, first thing. It's when my head is clear enough, open enough to really work. I can do some rewriting later in the day, but nothing new or in depth really. Unless there's a gun to my head.
The only problem is that I can only write for about an hour before my brain turns to tapioca in the morning. So once I do that, what the hell do I do with the rest of my day? Watch my stories (West Wing re-runs on Bravo). Go for long walks. The occasional lunch. That sort of thing. But all the while, I'm thinking: I should be writing. I should be writing. I should be writing.
Like now. I should be writing. But I'm doing this. Partly because I have two early(ish) appointments, so I'm getting this in, in the hopes that I'll have time later to do other stuff. To do some real work.
Oh, I have a show coming up. Check it out here and here. Come see it if you can.
posted by J. Holtham at 8:42 AM
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