The Dangerous Business of Adulting

After thirty one years, you'd think that you'd know yourself. But then you find out things about you that really surprise you. What thing, you ask? Well, I found out that I'm terrible at writing at night and on the weekends.

Yep, I tried to write this weekend and it was more or less a disaster. I could not focus very well and most of the stuff I wrote I ended up deleting because it didn't make much sense. Then I came home last night and thought, well, I guess I'll try to repair the damage and write for an hour or so. Looking back at it this morning, I'm just giving myself more grief than anything. A lot of the stuff doesn't make sense or doesn't quite fit in with the story, and a lot of it was rushed. That's what happens when I know I can go to bed, but I feel the need to write.

The sucky thing is that I write best in the morning. Why does that suck? Because what's going to happen when I get a job where I work normal people hours? What's going to happen when I leave my house at eight in the morning and don't get home until five? Does one learn how to be a nighttime writer? I don't know how this works. Adulting is hard.

Besides the adult crisis I seem to be having, the story is going pretty well. I'm at about 64,000 words with plenty more story to write. I figured out a major plot hole in my story, so that was exciting. I realize that it sounds like I'm just making this up as I go along, and while some parts I am, I've had the entire plot figured out for the last six years. I know where I'm going, I know what the characters are going to go through, but there were some things that I didn't quite know how to get around. Those things have been a process, and now that I've figured them all out, I think the rest of writing will go rather smoothly.

Can you imagine? Something going smoothly!

But, for now, I may take the day off so I can make pumpkin bread and watch Once Upon A Time. I know, I'm very dedicated to writing. But, honestly, my fingers feel like they're about to fall off from the marathon writing sessions I had last week. Besides, I'm going to see Against Me! tonight, so I'm too excited to do much of anything. Other than bake and watch TV, of course.

Of course.