Another quiet week of editing my novel and doing my best to avoid the (currently) blazing sun in England. I don’t shy away from the sun because of any Dracula-esque motivations, I’m just more of a Hobbit hole sort of person. You can keep your oppressive heat, buzzing insects and evenings that never bloody end. Give me drizzle, grey skies, and long nights. Biting cold, thick blankets, and the dancing light of log fires.
It’s taking a lot of willpower to keep my brain focused on editing when all it wants to do is brainstorm new ideas. Like meditation and habitual smartphone checking show so aptly, brains cling to any thought or distraction they can to avoid doing any actual work or spending time alone with themselves for even just a few seconds. I’ve already had to stop myself planning out my next few books instead of doing what I’m supposed to. I wrote a first draft of my second book last November during National Novel Writing Month, which is great in theory, but it completely killed my momentum when I returned back to my first. I learned then that I need to focus on one project at a time if I ever want to finish, especially something as massive and time consuming as a novel.
Here’s a collection quotes I stumbled across earlier about not taking life too seriously, something I try to remind myself of as often as possible. After all, we are just psychotic apes clinging to a rock that’s hurtling through a mostly empty void. Once you remember the big picture, all those little worries that seemed so important ten seconds ago suddenly fall in to perspective.
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