When the alarm clock went off, I actually refused to get out of bed until I did the mental math to prove to myself that it was, in fact, the most horrible day of the week.
It has been more difficult to motivate myself to go to work lately. That has a lot to do with the fact that I’ve been writing more. When I get on a roll with my writing, I convince myself that I should be able to support myself full time with my writing career, and it upsets me when the mental math proves otherwise.
So for now, at least, Monday must continue to be the ferryman waiting to transport me across the black lake that separates Writing World from the Work World.
Tuesday’s taping of The Nite Show went very well. The high school audience was quite enthusiastic about the show, and it was nice to hear the younger crowd laughing at my jokes. I guess I’m still hip.
This weekend, I focused on the novel I’m writing. I sat down and read everything I’d written so far, and was quite happy with the story. I made some tweaks along the way, but I have to admit that I was surprised with how much I enjoyed it.
You know what it’s like to read your own work, Modern Philosophers. It makes sense when it’s all in your head, but then there’s that anxiety of how it’s going to translate once it goes from being brain stew to becoming actual words on the page.
I pressed on and wrote even more, pushing my word count past 9,000. Writing in this format is a real change from screenwriting. In a screenplay, less is more. I cannot convey a character’s thoughts and everything has to come across in words and actions.
In a novel, though, I can really get inside my narrator’s head, which is fun since the narrator in the story is me. Digging around my Deep Thoughts is always a blast, and I get to use one of my favorite storytelling tools…the dream sequence.
Speaking of dreams, I had a wild one last night. I was a paleontologist overseeing a new dinosaur exhibit at a museum.
The unique thing about it was that the display was outdoors to make it look like the dinosaurs were in their natural habitats. The opening was at night, it was a black tie event, and there was going to be a laser light show and live music.
I’m sure a horrible, Jurassic Park type scenario would have developed had the alarm clock not cut off the dream.
I also went running on Saturday and Sunday, which made it five days out of the last nine that I’ve put on my running toga and hit the road. It was a bit of a struggle this weekend because my allergies were out of control.
It’s never a good thing when your nose runs faster than you do. I’m still trying to find my stride, but at least I’m getting out there on a fairly regular basis again.
I added to my fitness routine by going for walks both nights. The weather was so beautiful and it was a joy to just be outside and not dodging snow drifts and patches of ice.
I mowed the lawn for the first time this Spring.
I survived, though, and the front lawn looks a million times better.
Don’t you just love this action photo of my lawn mowing skills?
Enough writing. I’ve got to get worry for the ferry ride back to the Working World.
Help yourselves to some coffee and try to remember that there are only seventeen more hours left to this evil day…