As I sat down to write the post I thought, "This is great. I need to do this every day. I need to make time for writing outside of my fiction projects." Other random, obscured thoughts circled my mind in a series that eventually formed some sort of long drawn out idea or concept. One after another like a flip book of procrastination. All my mind wandering halted when I released I wasn't writing anything down. I also do this when I'm drafting. Think, and not write. I'm forward not present.
I talk a lot on Too Many Words about listening to the gut whisper and how part of knowing your process is understanding how every day it's a little or completely different from the day before. Thinking and writing usually means one of three things.
I haven't given myself enough backtrack thinking.
Free writing is necessary. -OR-
I need scribble down the arc for a short that won't be quiet.
Lunch is necessary.
The common thread between all three is that I need to be doing something other than what I can't help but stare at. Even switching from computer to notebook helps. Hell, it's the last day of NaNoWriMo and I completed my 50,000 words. Actually, I got to 52,010 words but who's counting?
Isn't that point?
Yes, and no.
Everyone who sets out to do NaNoWriMo has there own reason, even if it's just the comradery of committing to write 50,000 words in one month with a collection of writers all around the world. I like that feeling. I needed that boost to get me working on this incredibly intimating, dragon-sized rewrite. Now as we enter December I am nearing the midpoint of the project and I am just gonna keep going until this phase is at an end.
My life feels too full lately (or always). We as a family unit are operating at faster frequency, with two kids in elementary school and activities they want to try ontop of both me and my husband working. (Something many juggle.) It's tough for me to see either of my kids have a stressful time. At the end of the day my main goal as parents is that my children feel supported. I remember how hard school was. Gosh, I barely made it out. But I do best to be present when they are, to give them a steady backing because not having one as a kid made everything harder. So when I sit to write, to work, I think of it as for me, because I love and need it. I do not treat it like the blistering, humbling hell it sometimes feels like.
It's tricky balancing life and work and family and self and breathing. I am still working and grinding toward my goals so when I look at a day where I wasn't as productive as I'd like to be or ended up needing to do a whole bunch of things I didn't count for in my 2 am planning it can feel impossible to accept all I did do. It's hard to see accomplishment when it's this gradual, forever process of building a writing career, of writing a book, of revising. Whatever, sometimes it just doesn't jive or flow or really I just need an apple and a walk to smooth the thoughts out. Stepping away feels like the worst thing in the world because it feels like failure.
Repeat after me, "Taking care of yourself isn't failing."
As I have mentioned on Too Many Words recently, I've been managing my anxiety disorder. I have known that anxiety is dragon I have to tame. I've had panic attacks when I was a teenager. Socially, forget about it. But over the last year and a half, my anxiety built a mega city and now I need to practice tools and exhaust myself with yoga so I don't chew on my leg like a dog that needs a walk. I have been practicing yoga most mornings before the house is awake. I push myself and breath and am gradually working up to a handstand (I'm close) One of the schools of yoga is Hatha. Which is basically holding different positions. One after the other until you're sweating, tingly, and you've forgotten what's plaguing you because you're tired and starving.
When I am doing a side plank with my knee to my nose all I am thinking about is not pulling a muscle I didn't know I had. I am breathing through it. I know what my stomach is doing. Every muscle holding me up is at the forefront of the mind. Once I settled into the moment, once I've mastered it, then it's time for the next position. (Warrior 3 is my favorite.)
I'm not telling you to do yoga but the act of fully being present and then repeating it with different positions is a lot like the mind needed for drafting. Ease back on the toes. Write down character's nagging motivation. Pull in the navel. Fold into the scene. Find out what's important. Lower back pinches so you ease forward. Your hand is on your calve instead of the floor. Switch voices. Jot that idea down and then come back.
It's all a dance. All of it.
As I come to the end of this post I have the element I was missing for a scene I planned on writing. So I'm gonna get on that.
As always thanks for reading.