You all know I'm not a very disciplined writer. I've analyzed why this is, and the only thing I can come up with is that I'm a card-carrying crisis junkie. I do my best work then.
But I'm getting old, and these crisis situations are kicking my butt!
For instance, when I agreed to a two book deal with Midnight Ink way back in April, I was all excited because I already had one book totally written. I knew I still had a deadline with Berkley for Cozy number four, but I figured that would leave plenty of time to write book Number two for Midnight Ink.
Well, here it is November already, and although I've done the primary work – – character profiles, plot points, etc. – – I haven't written a single new word. Luckily, a long time ago, I wrote the first chapter. Trying to decide where to start a book usually gives me fits, anyway, so at least I have that part done.
But no matter what my good intentions are, somehow, I always manage to find "more important" things to do. You know – – write a blog, read a blog, play on Facebook, etc!
Are you getting the picture yet?.
Well, yesterday, the Powers That Be intervened and took charge. After church, I was walking with my daughter and two grandsons and talking up a storm when my shoe stuck on an uneven surface – – going from concrete to grass – – and I hyperextended my hamstrings, buckling my knees. I went down like the Titanic, but fortunately wasn't hurt, unless you count the torn hamstrings muscle which hurt like a mother – – –
So, all my plans for the week are nixed as I am on bed rest, using the old R I CE remedy – – rest, ice, compression, and elevation.
Guess who has nothing else to do this week but write?
I would say, "Thank you, Jesus," but my thigh hurts too much right now. The good news is that I write longhand and can do it from my Lazy Boy with affected leg elevated and properly iced. So, I've decided this week will be my very own NaNo week.
I'm calling it HAM-O.
So, what about you? Do you ever find ways to trick yourself into writing?