Battling the Habit Beast
“Defeat, thou vile creature. Dost though know my name? Dost thou pursueset me?” Okay, so that’s not really a quote, I just made it up, but that is my sentiment for the past two days.
I have not been able to get anything done on my story for two days straight now. I know I will need a slight break before the frenzied writing begins, but I was hoping to acquire said break after I had finished my preparations to my satisfaction, and I have not. Last night was excused, my folks got a new laptop and I helped them configure it (the happy news there is my mother now has a machine capable of keeping pace with projects, and her being a writer I am excited at this prospect). Tonight however, tonight has no excuse, none other than mental burn-out due to lack of sleep, brain puzzling tasks at work, and a desire to keep up with my other blogs (Promethean Logophile was updated tonight, and I actually like what I wrote!).
What scares me here is knowing my tendency to get tired and to look for refreshment. Tendency? Nay, it is a requirement. Tired minds need rest, and I work mine all the day. In fact I find it surprising I can even think when I get home, for some of my days are quite taxing (some nights I cannot put together a sentence proper order in the). Soon I will enter the time when I will be able to write and I want to let fly with as many words as I can muster, but along with that I would like to have a complete story.
Habits are hard to break, and hard to form. Thus far I am trying to break one (not writing) and form another (regular, daily writing). I have been defeated upon a few battles, but the war … is she over yet?