This week’s word count goal: 32 500 words
Day 37: 21 303 words
Day 38: 22 175 words
Day 37: writing before dawn
My dear laptop friend is actually a borrowed one.
It belongs to my hubby-to-be. He doesn’t need it often, except when he does. And when he does, I have to use the old noisy PC stuck in a corner of his not-so-big office.
So, I woke up early (I am use to it, kiddo is very early bird) and wrote a bunch.
I was happy with the results and was looking forward to the evening writing session.
After putting the kiddo to bed, I should have taken my bottom back in that office and finish what I worked on earlier.
Oh dear how that did not happen!
I couldn’t muster the courage to go in that noisy office, sit on that office chair for three hours and write.
I settled on brainstorming the old fashion way, with my notebook for the project, a glow cat lamp and chocolate cookies (I just had two, I swear).
Many scrunched pages later, I set the story aside. Nothing worth talking about was happening, even less worth keeping.
So, I read instead.
Day 38:
My desk is upstairs, nested in a little sitting room, in front of a wide window. A battery-powered starlight string gives a little oomph to two very plain white curtains.
On each side of the desk, a bookshelf is on guard, waiting for me to store on their shelves more books, more notebooks, more kiddo art&craft.
Behind an Ikea office chair, alongside a freshly painted wall, a comfy couch, constantly covered with unfolded laundry, keeps reminding me how lazy at house chores I am.
On the same wall, sitting on a floating shelf, some kids’ books and a smiling-like-crazy portrait of my kiddo draw by my hubby-to-be.
If I get up early enough to get some work done, I can see the many colours of the dawn chasing off the stars, slowly, slowly, and making the rooftops pretty for a very little while.
It is a lovely office.
And these days, I can’t sit there.
There, all I see is everything I can’t do right at this moment, because I need to work on the novel.
But working on the novel is not helping much with the budget.
Money stress does impact creativity. For better or for worst.
Marie Alice Writes & Reads 