I woke up this morning so proud of myself.
I listened to my body last night and went to bed at a decent hour. I woke up feeling rested and without my too-familiar reading hangover. I poured my cup of coffee and went straight to my computer, opening up my WIP to its current draft. I read over my changes so far, and with a rush of ideas, started to attack the next scene.
Then, nothing.
After about a minute, the cursor spent more time standing still and blinking rather than trailing words behind it. I turned on Pandora radio, and tuned to my trusty Disturbed station, hoping angry, discordant music would remind me of whatever it was I wanted to say. Still nothing.
It wasn’t for lack of ideas. After all, the rough draft for WIP1 is finished. Sure, most of the words cobbled together barely pass for sentences, but at least the words are there waiting to be rewritten. Yet, the internal ramblings that woke up with me this morning and prodded me to my computer just, well, stopped.
Finally, I started doodling on the notepad that I keep on my desk, humming along to some Linkin Park. And, what started out as daisy chains on a yellow notepad became the scene that I dreamed about when I woke up.
Thinking about it, I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve always been a scribbler. I’m never without at least a notepad; my Moleskine notebook is a constant fixture in my tote bag. I wrote most of my rough draft by hand first, before my fingers were able to fly over the keyboard and flesh out most of my thoughts.
I just figured in this drafting stage, I would be able to just do the changes straight on the computer. Clearly, my brain disagrees. There’s just something about the blinking cursor that my muses do not enjoy and so render me wordless in its presence.
So, I’ve made peace with the idea that I will just scribble and type through this drafting stage as well. Though it may seem like an extra step, at least it’s helping me move in the right direction: a finished draft for my beta readers.
So Tell Me: do YOU have any writing quirks? Surely, I can’t be the only one with a writing Monk-ism.