Marin Townsend's Blog: Mostly Sarcastic Ramblings of a Small-Time Sass Master - Posts Tagged "writing"

Those two statements are entirely unrelated. Or are they? Yeah. They are. The weather outside is...weather. Not the type of weather I'd exactly like to see, what with the snow spitting intermittently. But it's weather, nonetheless. And I've been told by numerous people to enjoy weather for what it is. I just find that hard to do when my fingers ache with cold. (See: Downfalls of Having Sinewy Fingers.)

But I digress. (Or do I, really?) I've just begun listening to Serial as of today. Because, prior, I've not found podcasts particularly interesting. And, failing that, I've found they're dismally distracting. But as I figured theorems and postulates today, I found Serial oddly unassuming. The narration is such that it allows you to let your mind wander some, but warns you of important details. Plus, the story—while it is a snail's-pace-burn—is compelling. I want to listen to the next episode.

But, alas, I have to write.

Pitiful, no?

Don't get me wrong, I'm doing this for you. I'm going to write. But I do want to know what comes next...

Oh, but, before I go—and if you're interested in nontraditional electronic background noise that will make you feel like the hipster you know you internally are, please give Chet Faker a listen.

I'm finally back to writing semi-consistently. (Let's face it--I never had a regular schedule for writing.) But for a while this winter, I was in a serious slump. Let's blame it on seasonal depression and the fact that it keeps snowing for no good reason. This past week, though, we had a few days of sunshine and as a result I played tennis for like three hours, worked out, skipped around the house, etc. And now I'm feeling better, in spite of the fact that the clouds have moved in once again. Just knowing that the temperature outside is above 30º helps some.

So, I've gotten back to writing. It's immediately evident that N3 is a first draft in the truest sense of the term. (Man, it's been a while since I've worked on a first draft. It's almost alarming how unpolished it is.) I went through a bumpy patch where I almost started over, because if I'm being perfectly honest with myself, I'm a compulsive story-starter and nothing more. Julie March helped me through it though. So now I'm on track. I'm making strides. I'm up to 7,500 words, which seems measly in comparison to what I'm used to staring at in my word-count bar. But it'll get there.

Patience, children.