Didn’t do very well today and ended up with only 158 words. Terrible number for a Sunday. What I try to do on the weekend is wake up at 6.00 (same as weekdays) and then jump straight in the shower, make a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea and get into the writing. That way by the time Fi wakes up or its time to go see friends, run an errand, etc etc. My words for the day are done and I can relax.
Unfortunately today I got up at six and was lured back into bed for an extra hour to sleep in. When I woke up again I didn’t get in the shower but instead went and lay on the couch reading Wonder Woman comics. By the time I got in front of the computer it was past eight and I was dividing my time between writing and making boiled eggs. My focus was all over the shop so by the time we went out to meet some friends I had written nothing and was completely out of the zone.
I’ll have to take it as a lesson of the dangers of breaking routines.
Took a day off yesterday. I like to do that once a week. Take a day where I write nothıng and catch up wıth my marking in school and watch some TV and relax.
The temptation is to think that momentum needs to be constantly maintained otherwise the book dies and I believe that is true nearer the start of the book when it’s still in the early, shy, flutterıng stages of life and any slight disturbance could completely kill it. However for me now at the later stages (for my characters its May 17th 1968 <ahh its overtaking real time> and the book ends June 10th 1968) sometimes it is nice to take a day aside to rest and let the cogs turn in my head and let new ideas gestate and grow. I’ve been living in this book for so long that a day off isn’t really a day off. The same ideas swoop around my head and I’m still writing the book just not with the keyboard.
So on my day off I went to the doctor about my old man knees, ate a salad and big sandwich, watched TV and drank eight gallons of tea.