All kinds of bright gorgeous threads connecting me to all sorts of interesting people, things and projects, but all a little – well, tangled. And as in the photo there isn’t a huge amount of clear space for things that require clear space.
Things like writing.
I’ve been struggling to maintain progress on my current novel for a couple of years now. I get into a regular writing habit, and then I stop. And then months later I creak into action again.
In my defence, a few things have happened in the past couple of years – finishing a psychotherapy qualification. becoming a Buddhist, meeting my future husband, moving house, starting a new sangha, moving house again, starting a new business, starting a new psychotherapy practice, getting married, tackling a new overgrown garden, becoming a Buddhist priest…
But really there are no excuses. If I want to write, I just need to sit down every morning and write. Whatever else is happening in my life.
I’ve managed this today, cranking out my requisite 2000 shitty-first-draft words, partly thanks to my new routine with social media. NO looking online (or checking email or Facebook or book statistics or Twitter etc.) until 12 midday. Deal with it all as quickly as you can (it’s nearly lunchtime after all!) then go off-line again. Continue working on other things, then check email (and anything else I want to check) again at 4pm. That’s it.
It leaves the morning surprisingly, embarrassingly clear – like many field’s worth of virgin snow. Whenever I get distracted and almost-check-Twitter, I’m faced with a gentle reminder to come back to the page. And go back to the page I did. Again. And again. And again.
It’s only the first day, and so I don’t want to count any chickens. But I would like to think that I will find a way of holding on to this new routine, for my sake and for the sake of those around me. When I’m writing first thing in the morning, I’m a nicer person. The rest of the day has a different feel. I’ve done the Most Important Thing. I can relax into everything-else without that nagging guilt that otherwise accompanies me.
And I’m not letting my character, April, down. She’s coming to life, one word at a time. Her story is being told…
What is your relationship with social media? Tell me about it in the comments.
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‘tangled’ by arbyreed