I’ve been writing a lot lately; working on stories, doing some world building and making maps and revising old stories. But I can’t write allll the time; my poor eyes and fingers can’t take all that. I have to have other hobbies, things that don’t involve screens.
Last week, I picked up this beauty at the thrift store for 99cents.
Hellllloooooooo Cinderella! I started it on Sunday and had it finished by Tuesday morning. The hardest parts by far were the dress and the grass. I have the same approach to puzzles as I do to writing. If I get stuck somewhere, too overwhelmed to focus and figure it out, I go do something else. Cleaning. Cooking (I made some badass banana breads the past couple weeks). Reading. Something ELSE AND DIFFERENT to clear my head. Sure enough, when I pass by my puzzle table or sit at my desk again, something clicks/snaps/floods my brain and everything works again. I got so stuck on even starting that carriage for a few hours so I left, did some laundry and looked down at the puzzle when I passed it and woooosh I could it put together. That section was done in under 5 minutes. (And yes, laundry waited. Who needs non-wrinkled clothes anyway?)
Gods, I love moments like that. Can I get more of them with my writing please? I’ve been having a doozy of a time with making a map of one story (SO MUCH FUN) since it also brushes up my somewhat rusty design skills but writing…oh boy.
I’ve been struggling with writing the short story this week. I haven’t actually written a short story in years (really, since college) and it is hard. It keeps threatening to get away from me and become lengthier and more verbose and I keep trying to trim it back. Combine a character here, trim this nonsense passage there. I keep having this urge to embellish and embroider a scene. Or two. Or three.
But I’m trying to discipline myself. I have a tendency to over-write (and thus the passages tend to be overwrought) so discipline is good. Succinctness is good. KISS rule and all that.
Why oh why is that so difficult?! See, overwroughted-ness there. I’m wringing my hands in my brain as one cannot physically do that while typing. I should put a mirror above my laptop so that I can glimpse my redonkulous anxiety face as I make it. I don’t know if it would help or just distract me even more though.
I know that it’s partially my overly-ambitious, dreamer nature taking over, I know that. I have all these PLANS and IDEAS and the desire to do them but well…. yeah. I start a project and drop it for something else that’s new and fantastical and taking up brain space. But if I actually FINISHED a project, then that brain space would be permanently vacated but of course that logic escapes me half the time.
Gyah, finishing things is so hard. I’ve never been good at conclusions. So. Keep it simple, silly. Finish the story. Move on to the next. Focus on one thing at a time. Do not get distracted by Youtube.