When I received my choices for potential shifts, I threw the gimme answer toward day shift, but really, I wanted to work nights for one main reason. I’ve had the experiences of fast-paced work for years, now. I picked an easy job so I could use their time to write. I cannot write working days. Too much work, too many people, too much visibility. Here, as long as I appear busy, I can reclaim time.
If your vocational work isn’t all that you love it to be, and you want your avocational work to take its place, maybe because you have some romantic notion of its superiority or you just know that you love it more, chances are you’ll probably want to start your avocational work after your vocational work. As much as I’m an advocate for not being lazy, there is a certain risk of pushing it too far.
When I’m writing and encounter not a writer’s block, but a writer’s bump – where I’m not confident how to proceed or it doesn’t feel right – I’ll take a break. While writing “A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?” a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story, that meant either going to bed early or driving into work early. During those drives, I’d often figure out the next section’s solution.
I worked night shift while writing A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.” It’s a difficult shift. Socializing requires careful calendar coordination. What was once a casual consideration over whether I felt like meeting up is now a careful balance of budgeted time. The shift is easy once you figure out when you must go to sleep by and follow that.
Writing is usually easy for me. When it’s not, the writer’s block is either a physical impairment [illness or fatigue] or just being unable to imagine a scene. For the former, I go to sleep. For the latter, I might draw the scene, as I did in an orange notebook with my first novel, A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name?, a month~long story at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.”
From November 1st to 27th, I wrote the first draft of my first novel, A Story About Self-Confidence: What’s In A Name? [a thirty-day period at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story“] and throughout the next few weeks, I’ll write first about what I learned then what I’ll find out about marketing this novel to sell. Let’s address the most important factor first: how many words per day can you write?
I might read my 50-cent copy of Dune someday, but I’ll certainly rewatch Jodorowsky’s Dune first. Science fiction doesn’t do much for me. Analyzing scientific statistics against a starry backdrop doesn’t excite me. What human element does that story convey where I will have become a better person for experiencing it? I don’t have ten-thousand years to live. I’ve gotta make this whole life thing count. This novel’s purpose might contain elements of that drive.
The main character of this 2019 Novel, covering thirty days at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story,” will be Sammohini Lanchester who occasionally introduces herself as Sam. If she were a one-dimensional character, she’d be a stock character. If she were two-dimensional, she’d have three traits – two positives, one negative – to define her, based on people I might have met. Since she’s more three-dimensional, that means I’ve had to explore her imaginary psyche.
“Can I help you?” I had just taken a photo of the map of a medical facility when someone that’s worked in an office too long to know how it’s like to mind their own business walked over. “Uhh, yes, I’m looking for [coffee-shop]…” I was pointed over to the elevators. I went downstairs and reviewed my notes. I’d been through the building professionally a few times so it was fun returning to location scout.
The more I think over the thirty short stories I’ll write in thirty days, representing a thirty-day period in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story,” the more I think it’s simultaneously possible and impossible to accomplish. While I was in a float tank, thinking over my plans, my thoughts decluttered and revealed my plan. When I’ve done work like Sammohini, as a corporate computer repair technician goon, I juggled disparate work and small project duties.