Day one down....
Wow. Nothing points out your skills at procrastination like a deadline, and a totally self-imposed one at that.
Day one of the three day novel, 11:30, and I've managed to write 10 pages, waste a lot of time on the bus, talking to people, working on publishing other people's stuff, going to a grant writing workshop (which was, admittedly, useful) and discovering that probably the best thing I can do at this point is go to the public library, (where rob mclennan kindly pointed me at the cubicles with electrical outlets,) plug my laptop in at one of them, snag some CDs from the first floor, and work there, because Oh My God is my apartment conducive to procrastination.
rob pointed out that although it is the 100th anniversary of the Ottawa Public Library, there was nothing listed on Lycos (the catalogue system) including the word "Ottawa." Curiouser and curiouser.
Tomorrow I think I'll go to the library in the morning. I got more sustained writing done there than I did the whole rest of the day. Cable internet can be a bitch. With any luck, I'll feel less . . . literarily flaccid . . . by the end of tomorrow. That feeling of having missed the boat shouldn't be kicking in this early in the game, should it?
My friend Sean has got his novel all plotted out. I feel so... haphazard.
Oh, the grant writing workshop - fairly useful and inspirational. Run by the Trillium Foundation, and nicely attended.
Posted by Kathryn Hunt
at 11:28 PM EDT