I seriously underestimated my ability to procrastinate.
While I rid myself of technology (for the most part) I forgot, well, everything else - my giant to be read pile for starters.
Needless to say, the first five days of my self-imposed isolation passed with me reading several books, staring blankly at empty word documents for hours on end, and distracting myself by working for my grandparents.
To pass the time I even bought Zac Effron.
Well actually I bought his (long lashed, very girly) action figure at a garage sale for two dollars. I gave the plastic replica to Ramona (what would I have done with it?).
Then there was Canada Day. And what kind of national pride would I be showing if I ignored my countries birthday? Not a very good one, I suppose. (It’s a good thing I did celebrate then, right?)
After that, the Great Purge of July began. I wrote like a crazy person, foregoing sleep and only ate enough so I wouldn’t pass out. My mind honed on the task at hand and approximately 46,000 cliché riddled, adverb strewn, rule breaking words poured into a word document. For two days my fingers pounded out my stream of consciousness in a sort of written word vomit of utter rubbish.
For the first time since September my mind cleared, my emotions and sanity righted themselves; despite being underfed and awake for over forty eight hours, I felt more awake than ever.
Sunday, exhausted from the Great Purge, I had a nap then spent several hours scouring the forest around my house, looking for my cat (Sister let her out).
In the end, I only have 745 words. Abysmal as it may be, considering the amount of time I set aside, I’m ridiculously happy with the first 200. I finally found the powerful beginning so many writers search for and I rediscovered my own writerly confidence during the Great Purge.
My fingers ache (I keep expecting bruises to form).
The pain brings a satisfied smile to my face: the voices in my head are sharper, louder and even more insistent.
I’ll be done my first draft by August 23rd.
I know it.
In the words of the Wiseman from Jim Henson’s The Labyrinth: The way forward is sometimes the way back.
How are you doing in your creative endeavors?
PS. I seriously missed you guys!
Word Of The Day: Astern - in a backward direction