Trashed!

Where the rejects end up!
I’m a fickle person when it comes to my writing. Every story I start I think ‘this is IT, this can be amazing’ then I start to question myself, nitpick and move on to the next story – repeat cycle. It’s surprising how quickly my mind can change in regards to this and it can be very frustrating and unproductive. Tonight I started a new quick-fiction story that I aim to have finished very shortly. I was up early this morning (a rarity for me as I usually stay awake until 4am and sleep until noon), so it’s felt like a long but productive day. Maybe there’s something to this early-morning malarkey. I’m not fully convinced, though… for example, the dark mornings are murderous. It was after 9am before the sun crested the mountains today. It was dark by 4.30pm. Grim, grim, grim!

Of course the dire wintry weather is a good excuse to stay in jammies, heat a hot-water bottle and write with a cup of tea. I disconnected my internet again – it works for me, stops me wasting time and is definitely going to be my default writing mode from now on. The heater was blasting, the music truly deafening and lo-and-behold, I got 3000 words written in a few hours!

Tomorrow my target is 5000. Optimistic?

Watch this space!

Much love,
Rea x

Flying South…

Makes everything better...
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!

Much love,
Rea x