In an effort to Get More Writing Done, I have cut back on my work hours by half a day a week. From this week forward I shall leave work at midday on a Wednesday and head home to sit down and make myself write.
It's especially good, because if I find it difficult to force myself to write because I get distracted by stuff going I could be doing at home, I will walk myself to Te Papa, which is two minutes away and sit in the library there, where it is very quiet and I got so much of Kiki written.
I need a better name for my first book than Kiki. I am pleased that my super hero chick-lit is already named What's The Worst That Could Happen? and I don't need to agonise over the title, because I like the one I have.
I have passed the centre seam in my third moleskine notebook for my super hero chick-lit (chicklet) as of this evening. My wrist gets a little sore when I write longhand for too long though, so I switch to blogging for a bit.
It feels like a positive life change for me, so I'm happy there.
I have not done any craft. I did manage a nap yesterday afternoon but then I had a broken night's sleep because I was aware that daylight savings made the alarm time different so I had to keep waking up to check that I wasn't oversleeping.
Thanks to Frank I have now read Odd and the Frost Giants by Neil Gaiman and it is good, although I start to worry that he is obsessed with the Norse gods. But then I think, that's ok, I'm obsessed with fairies. Maybe not as obsessed as Holly Black, but still. Good book.
Meg Cabot updated today here about the definition of chick lit and it makes me happy to be writing one.
PoF: Earth dissected
CO: writing writing writing