Weekend Traps
This weekend was a terrible mess as far as writing goes, but in that mess I think I might have learned something I suspected might be true: the weekends are bad writing times for me. There are simply too many distractions, too many things I want to do, too much unwinding from the week I need to do in order for me to make any real progress. This is good for me to know, because in the future, when I want to write another book, I will not force myself to write on the weekends. Instead I’ll be free to socialize, work on household projects, and vegetate.
I have to end the weekend 1,000 words short of my minimum goal and 3,000 words short of what I would have liked to obtain. And to top it off, I am beginning to wonder if I should shift my outline some, or make this one book into 2 or 3 books (it looks like daglo was right after all). More on this later, for now I want to go watch some TV!