​Procrastination

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As I progressed along my writing journey, I struggled to settle into a regular writing routine. I’m not sure if I should admit this, but a procrastination demon possessed me.

It taunted me as the day progressed.  Why don’t you get your client work done first? Why don’t you go out for coffee? Why don’t you get the housework done? Why don’t you ring a friend? Why don’t you check Facebook?

Some days I gave in to the chatter in my head and just hoped that there would be enough time left at the end of the day for me to write.  Well, so many days passed and I hadn’t managed to get back to my notebook.

Then someone advised me to trial writing at a set time each day.  The strategy worked, and I wrote every morning for an hour.  Short, sharp bursts worked best for me.  The word count for my novel developed an upward trajectory.

However, each morning it felt like I had run a marathon mentally before I had sat down at the computer to write.  My procrastination demon was still alive and well.

I remain puzzled as to why my brain does this especially when I enjoy writing.  I would love to hear from other writers thoughts on the topic of procrastination.

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Jen gets her Mojo Back

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A few months after I had given myself permission to write I made the decision to return to the classroom.  I was on a quest to gain more knowledge about my new passion in life – writing.

I remember my first writing class well. The teacher had explained the concept of free writing and asked everyone to try it for one minute. I felt a surge of excitement when she had said,  ‘one, two, three – start writing class.’

The words flowed out of me with volcanic force.  I pounded the keyboard like Mozart the second.   I wrote down all my thoughts on empty nest syndrome and how it felt to return to study as a mature age student.

The teacher had said, ‘Jen you can stop writing now,’ three times before I heard her.  I had gone to my happy place, and nothing else had mattered.  Time had stood still. It had been the best feeling ever.

Then I noticed the reaction on the faces of the students sitting next to me. They were in awe of how fast the grey haired lady next to them had been typing.

On my way home from class, I realised that finally, I had my mojo back.

Permission to Write

pexels-photo-843227.jpegMy creative writing journey began when I wrote resumes for a living. During that time it was quite common for me to be awake in the early hours of the morning.

‘Why were you awake at 3.00 am?’ my husband would ask.  The reason I gave was always the same.  My brain had been checking every word I had written the day before in a client’s resume.  I’d come up with all these fabulous improvements I wanted to make and I’d lie awake trying to make myself remember them all.

‘Why don’t you put a notebook by the side of the bed and write down your ideas instead,’ suggested my husband in desperation to get a full nights sleep. It was such a sensible idea that I implemented it straight away. Peace in our time.

However, one morning I looked at what I had written the night before and discovered it was not resume related at all.  I had written down the following question: Why don’t you write other things? It was a message from my subconscious.

My mind then went into a flurry of excitement.   I could write a short story, a script or even a novel. One afternoon, not long after that dream I picked up my pencil and notebook and started to write.  I could barely get the words down fast enough. It was such fun. I could not wait to write more. Later when I read over what I had written I realised that I had become an aspiring romance writer.

As I progressed along my writing journey I have reflected on that moment.  It seems strange now but I had needed to give myself permission to become a creative writer.