Me with my rabbit in college. Why it's here, is one more reason I have trouble with the butt in chair concept. NO reason at all, 'cept I found it.
Authors have an acronym for what it takes to get a book done. It's BIC, butt in chair. Get it done. Get it written. Unfortunately, this is a foreign concept to me. I can sit in a chair all day and if the brain isn't firing up, the words aren't going to come. I can sit here, find any number of interesting facts on the Internet. I can email until my heart's content and find any number of ways to waste time with my butt in the chair. Let's say I go Internet-free? Then, surely, I can find something to write, right? Wrong.
I'm on the last scene of my second YA (young adult) and I haven't been feeling it. Part of the problem was a broken thumb (on son) that cost me two days of work, doctor's appointments for my daughter, a schedule for four kids that never stops and a million things still yet to be done. The dog needs her shots. She looks like a mutt, there's bills to pay, galleys to time correctly, summer classes to sign the kids up for, correspondence with son's teachers since he won't be able to play on two soccer teams.
When I say my cup runneth over, it's not a good thing. All of the have-tos weigh on me, and the creative thoughts do not flow. I'm going to the movies this afternoon. To see "The Last Station" and escape the thought of BIC and how it works for other people. Yet not for me. Sometimes, the creative brain needs to be nurtured. Sometimes, life just shuts it down altogether. This is when a new handbag always seems to come in handy. Too bad I have no money. LOL What works for you, if not BIC?
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