Here I sit on the train once more.

San Diego Comic-Con is but 6 weeks away. My Sup-Her story is close to the halfway mark of being redone. I would like to see it done but other things keep calling to me. Right now I’m at a point where I need to concentrate on mixing a couple of chapters together in order to merge them as seamlessly as possible. This would require some uninterrupted brain time which in my hectic life seems to be in short supply.

Solution?

I’m going to print out these chapters and start highlight the key parts I want to keep in each of them and then rewrite them hoping to hit all of these key points.

In practice?

I actually came up with this plan, which I’ve used a couple of weeks before, but have failed to actually printout said chapters. Why? Because I’m so fucking busy is why. I know “how hard is it to hit the print button?” It’s not that hard but when I’m at work my mind is in work mode and not writing mode. When I’m at home I’m in daddy mode and not in writing mode. This Saturday is one of my writing group ‘Meetup’ days, the early one. I just need to remind myself to get to bed early enough on Friday night that I don’t ignore my alarm some Saturday morning. I hope to be able to sneak out of the house and ditch the family earlier than usual so I can go and get some writing done and not go bat shit crazy over this mental speed-bump.

I know some of you are probably thinking “but aren’t you writing this blog post now?” Yes, and it’s the only thing helping to keep my sanity in check. I’ve never tried/taken(abused) any kind of drugs but let me tell writing and being able to express the dreams and fantasies of one’s soul is the closest I have come. It’s an awesome feeling. I need to get my cooped up brain out of my head and down into something else.

This last weekend I spent almost all of it working on a patio, which still isn’t done, and so haven’t actually written much of anything in close to a week. As a person with a high writing drive having to abstain for so long is giving something of a depressingly blue balled mind.

The thing is the hour I get being tossed about on the train as my hands slap the keyboard isn’t enough. I need to have uninterrupted time where I can focus on my thoughts and not from dropping my laptop or having it bounce out and strike the person sitting next to me. I know how crazy that sounds but, at least to me, being in a comfortable environment is key to achieving mental focus.

– Bounce-oodles