It’s 7.30 AM here in sunny England and I got up 1 ½ hours ago at 6AM
First job is greeting the cat, Pippin. Fed her, let her out to inspect the neighbour’s garden (like she does). Made a cup of tea. Next on the agenda was to check emails (like you do). Updated FB and site pages (like you do).
Next job was to continue a few minor revisions on the forthcoming second book in The King’s Jew trilogy (click for link)– not got round to this yet for I suddenly thought it would be better to check some notes I’d made in the relevant chapter.
Found my notebook (The Adventures of Darius Stransky) in which I keep all sorts of weird thoughts and scenarios relevant to my writing (well they seemed relevant at the time!).
But then I thought maybe it would be nicer to sit out in the garden (with the cat who has now returned from her morning adventures) and just go over the notes again and THEN I’d carry on with the revisions. – Are you following this?
Made another cup of tea then decided to give the cat a brush. She doesn’t like being manhandled so five minutes later after finding the plasters in the first aid box I thought I’d carry on with the original intention of editing.
Then I thought I’d take a picture of my notebook and an interior shot and maybe write a short piece for The Inside Story pages.
So this is where we are dear readers – no revisions made, indeed I haven’t even opened my book file on the computer BUT my intentions were good weren’t they? It’s just that I have spent a long time doing inconsequential things.
Do you ever go through this scenario? It can’t be called ‘writers block’ as I’m busy writing aren’t I? The proof of which you are reading even now.