I found myself lying on my bed yesterday, doing nothing besides scrolling through my phone (for the millionth time) checking Facebook statuses. I was disheartened, demotivated and discouraged. Out of the blue, one of my friends posted a comment on my profile asking why I had not written any motivational status updates in a while. (In early January I was feeling the New Year love and was especially productive!)
I was encouraged by her small words, and immediately got off my bed, made a cup of tea and started writing. Four thousand words later, I was finally finished a story I had been working on for a good while. With the radio on in the background, playing an array of my favourite love songs, I was suddenly inspired.
Today I am beginning my first edits on the piece, will give it a proper title, write a synopsis and will submit it to my editor!
It’s winter. There’s no escaping it. We had snowfall last night and there was much grumbling and complaining from the motorists this morning at having to defrost their windscreens. I don’t know why I love snow so much. I guess I just like the idea of being snowed-in, stuck indoors with family, rubbish television and tea. I think we have become less homely people in recent decades and there’s something strangely reminiscent about not being able to go out and having a lovely, roaring fire.
Of course, once I step out into the minus-figures temperature, I desperately yearn to sprout wings and fly south for the winter. My toes are freezing, even as I type. It would be nice to take myself off to the Maldives, to kick back on powder-white beaches and sip exotic cocktails until sunset.
The good thing about being bound to my home is that I have plenty of time to write, which is really what I should be doing. I have set a target of 2000 words today. It’s not much, but my head has just been elsewhere these past few days and I am finding it hard to sit down and just concentrate. I think I need to disconnect myself from the internet as it proves to be an enormous distraction for me. I find myself going to damnlol.com to look at funny pictures, browse Facebook for the hundredth time – only to read the same rotation of boring status updates. Then there is the Daily Mail – the most horrible newspaper ever to have gone into print. Ever. Yet I just can’t stop reading it because I find it difficult to believe that any publication could be so blatant in their bias.
I will sign off from the internet and get my head down to write! In a minute. Damnlol.com is calling me again!
The Christmas tree is up (just! I firmly believe all Christmas festivities should be reserved UNTIL December. Anything beforehand is just stupid!), the outside of the house is lit up like, well, a Christmas tree, and it’s absolutely freezing!
I find myself drinking an abundance of tea in December – helped along by a mince-pie or two. Although, as a perpetual dieter, I am behaving myself.
At the moment I am fighting my constant companion, also known as Procrastination. I’ve been winning, though, and I am well into my second novel. I burn my favourite Indian incense, called Nag Champa – all the way from Bangalore, and play myself some relaxing music and it seems to aid me in concentrating. Pretty soon, though, I will be blasting the music of my secret husband, Mr. Michael Bublé (his Christmas album is gorgeous!). Something about that smooth-as-honey voice just gets me in the mood to write erotica. Who knows why?!
Anyway, I’m officially wasting time by writing this blog – so I’m off to get more tea and do work!