Friday Night Write's...Or Not

I usually do my posts as soon as I wake up, but there was too much commotion today.  The hubby hasn't been feeling well so he was mopey.  Don't get me wrong, he's absolutely adorable when he's mopey, but it's very distracting and makes it hard to get anything on or off the computer done.  Of course then the morning was gone and I had to get on task with everything else I had to do today.

After shopping, cooking, cleaning, running errands, picking a friends dog that we're watching tonight, and hair dying fun (from a box, as I am too pour to go to a salon)  I finally get a moment at my computer.  The hubby is raiding on WoW, the dogs have been fed, everyone's good to go. 

So why am I not writing?

It's only 7:45 pm and everyone is still awake.  My mom wants to have a drink with me tonight and the Holy Grail of TV is on tonight.  Supernatural.  Friday nights and weekends seem to be the hardest times for me to write.  There's always something going on.  There's always another errand or another chore that wasn't gotten to during the week, plus family togetherness time.  Plus, ya know, sometimes you just want to take a break because it's the weekend and have fun.

I managed to finish another short story yesterday, but still no luck on the actual manuscript.  I wonder if my muse for that is blatantly ignoring me.  It sure as hell seems like it.

Now don't get me wrong.  All of the above are simply excuses.  One reason or another that I have written today.  I could be staring at my manuscript right now trying to pull out that next sentence, dragging it by the ankles kicking and screaming.  I could be starting another short story or editing one of the completed works.  The truth is right now, I just don't have the energy to think that much.

Writing every day is a good thing, but I feel like if I push it too much I'll burn myself out.  No it won't be permanently, but whether it be for a day or a week, I'll look at a blank page in Word or stare at my journal as though it's sprouted horns.  I really don't want that to happen. 

So, tonight I'm taking a break.  That doesn't mean that later in the night when I have a nice buzz going on, and I'm relaxed that I won't open word or pull out my journal.  It could very well happen.  Just at this moment particular moment I've decided that I'm not going to stress over it.  Besides, sometimes taking a break and relaxing will help the ideas flow better.

Giving My Manuscript The Evil Eye

My dad is currently on a Greyhound Bus on his way to Georgia.  He got a job driving semi trucks again.  See that pretty picture up there.  Yeah, I don't live in Ocala.  I live about an hour away from it.  In other words, I live in the boonies.  While I actually enjoy the peace out here, there isn't much to do and to get anywhere (with the exception of Walmart) you have an extremely long drive.

Honestly, the driving part doesn't bother me.  Except for the fact that I was driving a rickety car that sounds more like an airplane that an automobile, shakes when you hit about 50pmh and skips when you break.  Not to mention you have to hold the the turning signal down or it just pops back up before you even turn.  That's just skimming the surface of what's wrong with this car.  In other words:  It scares the hell out of me to drive it.

Luckily dad drove to the station.  Which, I was surprised to find out wasn't just a bus station, but also an Amtrak Station.  The front of the platform is for the bus passengers, the back for the train passengers.

See!  Amtrak!  I was like...uh okay then.  So after the heartfelt goodbyes we got out of the cold wind and into the warm car and headed home.  The car managed to hold together, all in all a good start to my day.

The plan after that was to come home and work more on my manuscript.  I'm at 52,234 words.  Mind you this is just the first draft.  I haven't done any revisions.  My goal is to get it finished.  If I go back and do revisions while writing, it'll never get done.  I've tried that method.  I wanted to shoot myself.  Multiple times.

I'm at the end!  There's not much more to write!  Yet I stared at the damn thing for over an hour and couldn't type one word.  This has been going on every day for a week.  Thus I have started giving my manuscript the evil eye and threatening  my muses with a never ending stream of torture unless they comply and let me finish it! 

Since both my manuscript and my muses seeming to be laughing at that, I don't think my threats are working.  So, in light of that I'm going to attempt to work on a separate project for a few hours.  Maybe once the sun sets completely the moon will throw creative beams my way.  In the mean time, I'm going to look away before my brain explodes.