At my own computer, no less. It’s so hard to think at work. At least about the important stuff, anyway.
On the way home this eve, my son and I were discussing a couple interesting things.
First, do all people hear thoughts in their heads, clearly and out loud? I wondered if just creative people do that, or do all people do that. We came to the conclusion that probably everyone does it, but not too many people actually pay attention to it.
Next topic was color. He wonders how do we know if two people see the same color in the same way. For example, we both could point to the color green. But does it look the same, same shade-hue-saturation to you as it does to me? How would we know? We still wonder.
Poor kid. There’s nothing like being captive audience in the passenger seat of my car, haha. He inherited his weirdness honestly, at least.
My WIP started out with a title that simply reflected the name of one of the characters. It didn’t hold much meaning, but it gave me something to call it besides ‘my book’ or ‘WIP’, or ‘hey you’.
Then I thought of a name for the work and it was a good match for a while, although I had never become firmly attached to it.
Now I’m more than halfway through the first draft and the book has evolved and outgrown the working name. I have a new name for it, but I’m unsure whether I should plaster the new name for it everywhere, taking the old title down and replacing it with the new one, or keep it to myself until I’m ready to submit. I love the new title. It fits perfectly with the book, is simple and speaks volumes in one single word.
All day long I’ve had my “Add New Post” window open on my browser and am just now getting a chance to sit here and compose something for my semi-daily blog post. I’ve been slacking lately. Life has a way of pushing things I want to do to the side sometimes.
My WIP has taken a bit of the brunt, too, and I’ve not been spending the time at the keyboard I’d like. Even if I’m not able to write 1000 words, I do almost always make a point to read over what was written last and at least add a sentence. It keeps me thinking about the story, devising new things for my characters to do and learn. When I’m not getting to actively write much, I find myself using my voice recorder more, or I’ll jot notes here and there to keep the ideas from slipping quietly away while I’m not watching.
This weekend I want to write, but I also want to get my hands in the dirt. It’s time to get my garden ready. Each year I attempt a garden, and each year I fail. Most of the time miserably. It’s usually due to critters, so this time the very first thing I’m doing is putting up a fence. The intended area is much smaller than before, so I’m hoping that will help keep it within my realm of do-ability.
Just as I need a fence around my garden, I will also erect a mental fence around my writing time.