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?
Everyone wants to find their meaning in life. What happens when you do? The first moment is a beautiful sense of relief. The next moment is wondering: How do I even get there? If I want to write “The Story,” then I have to learn how to write it. I have to develop writing and observational skills. I also have to downsize everything that could prevent me from attaining that goal. That isn’t so beautiful…
Years spent going from thrift store to garage sale to wherever else I got all this clutter led me to forget about the potential for amazing everyday experiences, ranging from seeing thousands of cherry blossoms litter this pedestrian walkway to short story ideas like a crime drama interlude taking place at a dog park. My mad dash to downsize is to hurry through all this clutter so I can explore the world, free of baggage.
When I’m knee-deep in writing, my only focus is on completing the next thought. I’m not thinking about the weather outside, the clutter inside, exercise, or anything else. Until I get into that writing flow, any distraction can impair my progress, so I’ve found it best to write somewhere with a refrained amount of external information. Currently, I’m writing in front of my “downsizing wall.” I would write facing outside, but this chair isn’t ideal…
Overcoming the allure of insobrieties, in many ways, taught me the discipline I needed to start pursuing what I love doing. When you’re stuck in misery, the natural inclination is to let that beast take its way with your emotions or physicality. However, when you look at that challenge to work even though you’re exhausted the same way you look at not drinking, it’s easy to just say: Alright, let’s suck it up and go!