Wednesday already

[ksmith]

Only 866 words yesterday, 384 words short of goal. Discipline is a problem. I didn't have DSL when I wrote the first four books. Didn't have iTunes either, although that's not as bad a distraction as being able to go online with the tap of a touchpad.

Don't tell me to disconnect the cables and give them to someone to hide. Until I get into the speed zone--where I'm not seeing anything except the finish line--I'll still want to go online and if I can't go online, I'll feel deprived and I am no fun when I'm feeling deprived.

It's something I need to work out on my own. When can I go online, and for how long.

Hi. My name's Kris, and I am a 'Netoholic

Hi, Kris!

I've been working on finishing up two chapters that have been flapping in the breeze since forever. Not crazy about one, but the point of the current exercise is to just get the words down. The second one, I like better. The only problem is, whole chunks of wordage are going to need to go out the window because things are moving too slowly, and Jani is in a situation where she would not be moving slowly.

The first half of this book will need so much rewriting, it isn't even funny. I'll also need to lose about a third of it, and won't that be fun?

But hey, I know the ending. The last fifth or so, she said as she crossed her fingers, should not present too much of an issue. The spadework that will be required to make the front four-fifths match up with it, however, is the reason why I needed long, unbroken stretches of time.

I need to go into the office for a few hours tomorrow, drat it. Need to wrap up next year's goals.

Comments

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

What I discovered about myself was that I was in a state where I couldn't moderate. After a long time, I realized it was okay that I was in that state of immoderation, that it didn't mean I was a bad person who MUST change my habits rather than remove temptation, that it was just how it was. That's when I started giving my spouse the DSL. I accepted that, for the time being and for whatever reason - reason not being important - I needed the white powder out of the house, as it were. That I was unable to reach that point (of moderating my own behavior), at this time of my life, and that while I would hope it would change later, for now cold turkey (during the day) was the only way to go.

Naturally, when the DSL got home I would rip it out of his hands and plug straight in, but that's another story.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

What I discovered about myself was that I was in a state where I couldn't moderate.

Was this because you had reached a difficult stretch in a particular book, and looked for any excuse to set it aside? Or is this simply the way it is with any book no matter what stage you're at?

Naturally, when the DSL got home I would rip it out of his hands and plug straight in, but that's another story.

*Envisions aireon's husband opening the front door via remote control and tossing the DSL router into the house to avoid spousal assault.*