I have to trick myself into being good. If I go to my writing spot on a weekend morning, knowing I have the whole entire day ahead of me in which to write, I tend to take it slow and easy. I read a short story from the new Zoetrope. I research weird things on Wikipedia for no reason. I goof off on Myspace. I read blogs on my blogroll below and see what other writers are up to. I do anything, it seems, but dive straight in to the chapter I am there to write. Then I look at the clock hours later and see all the time I wasted and the panic begins. I’m bad, bad, bad.
So this morning, a Sunday, knowing I was prone to do it all again, I tricked myself and went instead to the Starbucks I go to on workdays. It’s completely out of the way from my writing spot. There are three Starbucks that are closer (let’s not get into a discussion about the proliferation of Starbucks, but that’s pretty crazy, no?) and yet this particular one is the one I find most inspiring. The desks (call them tables, jeez!) are set up against the walls in a way I like. The sound doesn’t carry as it does in some others. So I went, and I finished a whole chapter, and it was good.
I guess I have to fool myself every morning. I feel like I’m working with a child here and have to dangle out lollipops to get her to write. I’m working hard, no doubt. But I could work harder. I have to work harder because the deadline is fast approaching and time is running out.
I need another lollipop now.