I can’t lock into the mindset of working on the book lately…
I wouldn’t mind it as much if I didn’t go out of my way to ensure I had the time to work on it… only for it to then not happen. I could have been outdoors most of Saturday or, more realistically, at the movies. Anywhere, really. But instead I found other things to do. Busy work.
Tomorrow, I will try again… as I have the evening/night to concentrate on the book again. As long as I find the zone this weekend, I can manage it on top of work again, but it is even more elusive when I am working and not in it.
As I save more money, I am approaching the time when I may have enough money saved to quit my job, but still have an unfinished book. That was one of the conditions of leaving the job. I was supposed to have a lot of money saved and a sold or saleable manuscript. The goal was always to reduce the amount of time between the first and the second books, never to leave my job to finish the first one. And I will stick to that.
I just sent an e-mail tonight to Dennis at the Chuck site saying I’m not seeing how I can continue my role as running the book club. I really have almost no interest in modern literature at present. the other day on Amazon, I ordered a bunch of book, and aside from David Sedaris, every author is dead. One of my next big reads, after I finish Pale fire, is to start Mansfield Park by Jane Austen, and then read the Nabokov Lecture on the book, and then re-read the book again with that dissection in mind. And there are many books in his lecture book for me to go through…
It is time to start taking writing seriously, as opposed to making something I do when I make the time, or I’m inspired… I need the same energy in writing as someone who is reading a book they can’t put down. I know where I’m hung up on my book, but that has yet to lead to any resolution. I hope to blow through it by Monday.
I need to work as hard as possible to get serious about writing. I can’t collapse in a heap on the floor when I finish this book, drained and relieved. I need to be able to take some time away, write some smaller things, and then drill into book two. It can’t work any other way.
Tomorrow afternoon, my dance with the novel begins again… and the bitch is going to dance whether it wants to or not.