Today was one of my better starts to a day in recent weeks, which makes sense as the last two weeks have both been a mixed bag to be sure. The end of Volcano hit me harder than I gave it credit, and I should have allowed for this in my roadmap, but lesson learned. In the meantime I have also come to accept that my exercise routine is in need of reform.
The reasons for the latter are numerous, but boil down to one point: I can’t invent hours of the day. I have only a set number to work with, and my active minutes are allowed to rocket because walking forms a natural fluid part of this broader routine. My solution right now is going to be a transfer to Fitbit’s own exercise routines, and to see whether the all in one solution works.
I am also a thousand words off of today’s ideal goal, even whilst at 604. This is because if I chain 5 days of 1,600 words I catch up with minimal lost time to my previous progress with William Howard Taft, now that I have decided to start the entire project over again. It was no doubt the right thing to do, but it will create an additional strain that means I must get to bed on time each night. Without mornings of at least 500-600 words there is no chance.
I’m doing good. No words yet today though. Know why? I have not had the lazy day I have promised myself for three weeks and I’m damn well having my “nope I’m doing nothing” day. Well besides writing a thousand words I still have to do that, that’s an every-day-for-the-rest-of-my-life gig.
Carrying people’s emotional baggage has already been shoved down my throat so much today that it’s almost 1 and I have been writing this post since 10am. So my rest day so far has gone poorly. But can’t be helped I suppose.
Jesus I forgot about it again! The above was written five hours ago. I mean, at least I’ve smashed target now…
Oh, my, god, I am, shattered. I was up till 1am drinking with friends and just having a chill day, then wrote a strange little piece to hit target (See here). All in all I’m glad I managed to get up at 7:01 on 4 hours sleep, but if I hit target with Taft OC I’ll be amazed.
Still struggling with drinking enough water. I swear if I could just have my water cooler by my desk at work follow me wherever I went I’d be a happy bunny. But ah well, that would be a bit surreal anyway. Kinda hard to go to the Cinema or, well anywhere ever.
I need to stop lugging 8 kilos of Magic cards with me wherever I go. I used One deck yesterday, and my spine is furious. Old me would go home and sleep through the rest of today. These new standards are as much of a pain in the back as, well as 8 kilos of expensive cardboard.
Have not written a single word yet today, so whoops. All told though I do not mind this, as I am sure that I was not going to write core content anyway. I want to keep writing the scene breakdown if for no other reason than it’s fun.
But the really cool news today is that my domain name is finally as it should be. I bought samshuttleworth.com several years ago and it’s been attached to one or two minor projects in that time. Now though I can at last point to it as my brand and show it off with pride, as there is a lot of content here now.
On that note, I need to start thinking about additional types of content I could do for this site, like articles and musings that allow me to show off my skill at a wider variety of writing styles. But for now, this weekend is about letting myself have something akin to a break after the intensity of the last 6-7 months.
For now, that takes the form of kicking the ass of AI Monopoly bots, because they overvalued money while undervaluing property. I will never understand why it’s so hard for a Monopoly bot to be good at this supposed “luck” based game.
Ok so today I did everything right but for the 7 hours sleep, and I think at this point I can draw two draft conclusions worthy of a proper hypothesis and test:
A) If I get less than 8 hours sleep, it becomes near impossible for me to wrote in the morning. At less than 8 and 40 minutes, hitting target becomes impractical before I blog.
2) If I have a string of bad night’s sleep, even a good night doesn’t get me on the wagon again. I have to chain good nights before I can see the effects.
I’ve been debating with a morning jog to give fitness the extra hour instead of writing, but this feels defeatist. If I take time away from writing it becomes even less likely for me to hit my long term goals.
This morning though I had a minor exception to that attitude I stand by. It’s been a long standing problem for me that in low spells – which used to last for months not days – I would lose control of my tidiness and self care. 1K has reduced the time spent there, but the mess piles up fast.
So instead of starting at 7:35 when my Fitbit buzzed me to do so, I tidied the flat, and am going to go finish that after this. However today is no rush, and I wanted to go into town to get my exercise and a few things anyway, so I will grab a Costa – something I talked myself out of on Monday – and enjoy a hipster-style writing session.
…When I’ve drunk the perfectly good coffee that cost 1/20th of the price that’s sitting next to me as I type that is.
One of those unusual days today, where I could not write at all this morning, then figured out it was not because I did not have the next scene ready to go – I did – but my anxiety over the structure as a whole, and desire to pace and structure correctly. So I sat down at work and started to type up the structure, rewriting the whole thing and even cutting the entire next chapter, and lo and behold I hit target in 30 minutes.
Ok, so typing, planning work and stream of consciousness are the trinity of easy-mode writing for me. There’s a reason that in the past I hit target 50 times with stream of consiousness documents when I felt I couldn’t write, and 7 times with similar works focused on my recovery from a break up. Oh incidentally, writing 1,000 word essays on where your head is at after an upsetting event like that, turns out is pretty darn amazing at getting you back on track at alarming speed.
So this is a double win, as I feel I can write some of Taft to boot, which will get me to the next “scene” without having to worry about target, and it means I can relax a little more today, where I’ve been anxious for the last few days following my dip. I should stress, 1K is not the source of that anxiety; that comes from a sense of lost control, which on hitting target 1K helps alleviate. It’s hard to explain, and when I do write about 1K in-depth one day I hope I can explain it better.
Getting my head on straight again which is good. I have a bizarre theory about why I went off the deep end across the last week or so, and while I have little scientific data to back it up, I am interested in changing that as I track future projects with more data.
I think I have the novelist equivalent of post-natal depression. That, may be the dumbest, most pretentious and naive theory I have had about any topic. Ever. I also think it’s correct, and I do have anecdotal evidence. When I finished Unreachable, its rewrite and Spectrum 1.0, I remember that I had the drive to jump into a new project, and that instead I sunk into a fug that an immediate type up only made worse.
So, I need to look up if there are lessons to be learned from the more mainstream branch of the condition that I can apply to my idiotic brain. I share this in the hopes you get a good laugh at my expense imaginary reader.
Other than that, I have new progress in my dietary plan, in that I’ve decided I am doing it all wrong. Ok so I didn’t decide, I found extra reading that debunked a lot of the assumptions I came in with – ‘fat = bad’, ‘total calories totally doesn’t obscure going over my carbs limit’, ‘I have any idea what I am doing’ etc. So I’m having a rethink, and I might start transitioning over to the Fitbit app for a lot of data, so long as I can get my workout app to talk to it.
Oh and I wrote some words. Yay.