Challenges, and how to Over-complicate Them

Okay, so I said the posts would be short for a while. Guess I lied.

I had some thoughts last night, mostly while I watched Sean Plott (Of day9.tv) talk about a high school crush in a video from around a year ago. He mostly made fun of how overcomplicated he and other high schoolers made asking people out. I find that video hilarious. But I also found it helpful for my thinking last night.

Naturally I turned the concept of overcomplication to writing. Between my schedules and emotions about fiction I have overcomplicated my writing process. So I have a guide, tongue in cheek, on how you too can overcomplicate any task you are doing.

Step 1: See your Emotions as Obstacles
-Don’t ignore how you feel, but and constantly question if you like your work enough to keep doing it.

Step 2: Get Wrapped up in the Morality of What You are Doing
-If you question whats right when trying to work, your work SLOWS down immensely.

Step 3: Make an Unrealistic Plan of Action
-Because biting off more than you can chew is a sure way to choke.

Step 4: Invent problems that aren’t Real
-Because if you don’t have enough trouble you can always make more!

Trying to keep this brief. This is just about what I’ve got.

But my point with all this is that I’ve done all these things lately. And its silly. So I’m gonna work my way through the overcomplication and keep writing. Hopefully I’ll learn to stop overthinking things.

Enervation

I’ve been freelance writing for an hour this morning already.

I have much, much more to do today.

Part of me is just exhausted after so much writing, and with the promise of so much to come, but part of me knows there is no way out of this except for through it.

Maybe I’m just tired from all that prose, but I lack the energy for the more substantial post I planned today. I’m on a deadline now. Only little posts until I get the job done over the course of the next few days.

Sprint Writing Again

I’m back to doing writing sprints, and I’m enjoying it.

For those not aware, by sprints I mean 20 minutes of intense writing followed by 10 minutes or so of breaktime.

I write pretty fast, and often see some good progress through these sprints, though the prose is unquestionably in need of a sterner edit than if I don’t do it. I like the sprints because they give me a feeling of movement on the story, without demanding perfection or even decent quality in the present.

The last two days I sprinted on a new book, discovery writing.

Today I’ve done three sprints on my freelance assignment.

I’ll be doing at least three more after I’m done with this post. I have my pomodairo app set up to count down perfectly.

Happy day.

Twelve Hours

Last night I slept for almost twelve hours. I don’t know why on some days I can get up lickity split at 6am and go till 10 or 11pm before needing to sleep again, and on other days I wake up at 9am and sleep at 9pm.

Twelve hours of sleep is a lot. I feel like I’ve pushed away all memories of yesterday with those extra four hours of sleep.

Anyway, I’m late to start my work, so today’s a short post.

Got to make up for that crazy-long sleep somewhere.

Fear Banished

Fear must be banished from my mind as a writer. I must be daring. I must be bold.

No human action is perfect.

The human way to build up skill is persistence.

So it’s time to write.

I hope you all have a good day. Good luck banishing your own fears.

Silly

I’ve been too serious for some time. And now I’ve finally gotten the reminder that I’m allowed, perhaps even required, to suck in the first draft. That is the extent of my revelations from yesterday.

It’s time to be silly. And weird. Prepare for weird.

From the depths of the sky, we descend into mentality.
Dreams are madness confined to sleep.
Run along now, by reservoir. A drain overflowing,
Leaves floating in the blood, and scenes of horror reflected.
Punishment is upon us!
But do not despair, I tell you now.
From fear to flame, the fury of fun is fierce to behold.
I’m embarking on a new journey.
A new journey. Alone.

So be brave. So be ferocious.
Be smart. Be vital.
Ferocity and love flow through human minds,
And together they are different things, at once the same.
Be secure in the way we are,
And go onward into a new day.

Freak Stress

I’ve been turning a screw in a stripped hole lately.

I know that sounds kinda filthy if you have even a remotely dirty mind.

As with most pieces on this blog, I am referring to writing here. I have been trying to push when I really need to relax more when writing.

So I’m going to relax more and handle my freelance work as first priority. Gotta do it sometime.

The stress of these things hanging overhead has been wearing me down. So I’m going to tackle these jobs.

At any rate, I have plenty of time to get my own work done. The reality is that I have two jobs. I’m going to do my best at them, and that means deferring progress on my own books. It’s alright. It’s fine.

Have a good Monday!