I spent the evening playing around and getting nothing much accomplished, though I have about 20-25 hours worth of writing to get done in the next week and a half just for the current project I’m working on, let alone the other billion or so I have the desire to be doing. And tonight, just as I was going to sit down and write a blog entry that has been on my mind for a few days, April called, which takes first priority.
As you may or may not know, she is currently in New Orleans on a mission trip with our college group, and things have been somewhat lonely here. Also, I often get busy and forget paltry things like food when she’s not here to set plates of edibles in front of me, so my entire schedule is off. Suffice it to say that, without her here to bounce ideas off of and talk to, I feel like a large part of me is missing, making accomplishing anything a bit more taxing.
Ironically, she’s often a distraction when she is here. I think I’m doomed to a life of procrastination.
April will be home on Friday (which I managed to get off work o/ ), and I would not be surprised if we go to the new library Saturday evening to hang out and read/write. I’m really excited about my next piece, and I need to spend a lot of time thinking and developing the two that will follow it.
Once I get these seven introductory, campaign setting stories done, I can start expanding on each one in turn and writing more about the cultures and the world. It frustrates me how incomplete and inadequate my current work is, but I only have so much time. In a way, though, my frustration is greatly encouraging to me. It means that my primary desire is to be doing the work, and to see it done well. My feelings reaffirm the ideal that I want to write, rather than to have written, and it makes me feel good to have finally reached that stage after so many years of writing with the goal of having (past tense) created something decent; I just wanted to be able to look back and say “I did that.” Now, I want to develop and dream and craft. What remains is to find the time and right combination of circumstances and environment that is most conducive to my actually being productive…
Speaking of combinations, something I discovered tonight: Grey Goose + Double Stuf Oreos. Just trust me on this one and try it. Not mixed together, mind you… but drink it over ice and be eating Oreos at the same time. You’ll thank me.