Because who really thought I would be able to write about 1700 words a day and focus on something? If you did then you’re lying and stop lying you lying liar.
So its Sunday. The day that if I’m going to do this shit I need to do it today. I should have approximately 6800 words by the end of the day. Yeah. Yeah. I think I can do that.
-insert facepalm emoji here-
Or…you know what? Ryan Reynolds says it better:
You know what the most intimidating thing about getting started is? A blank screen.
A blank screen looks so daunting. It’s mocking you. I’m thinking to myself, “there’s nothing fucking there! How the hell am I supposed to put something there. I’ve got like, not even a little bit of something there. It’s completely blank!”
There are so many other screens you can go look at with stuff on it. And the stuff that’s on it is already finished! Why am I going to go try and start something that isn’t even thought of yet when there is all of this finished content that I can just nibble on. It totally makes sense. I should be doing anything to get away from that blank screen.
Because you know what’s going to happen on that blank screen right? Even if I do attempt to make the screen less blank its going to become blank again. I’ll just delete and erase something and it’ll be blank and at the end of the day I won’t have anything. The time will be wasted. So what’s the point? Totally. Screw you blank screen. You’re not going to fuck with my brain today. I’m onto you!
So what am I going to do about that god damned blank screen. Close it or ignore it for another 4 hours or attempt to beat it into submission with a pile of words?
I guess we’ll find out.
Live update: The screen is no longer blank! 6 words but hey, its something!
Alright, I think I have something going. It’s not exactly aimless but I think I’m building it to something. Just a little taste:
Jack wanted thieves. He wanted unscrupulous individuals that wouldn’t think twice when thinking twice took too much time.
But he wanted gullible thieves. They needed to be green. Quick hands and slow wit. A couple of kids from a few towns over. A couple of desperate, local folks who had a less than shining reputation. Four or five should do it. All it took was one to pin it on and he was scot free. The treasure would be all his and the code written on the backs of cloths used to wipe the corner of his mouth as he was being fed the finest meals a king’s ransom could buy.
From nothing to nearly 300 words and all it took was about 20 minutes. Enough live blogging my writing. I think I should try and rip out some words and stick them on the wall for a bit longer and see what I can end the day with. By the end of tomorrow I’ll need nearly 10,000 words. Jesus, what the hell am I going to do?