Ron Toland
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  • Keeping Score: April 23, 2021

    Found this article in the New York Times (I know) that rather perfectly captures where I've been, these past few weeks, and where I still am: Not depressed, exactly, but languishing.

    I link to the article not because it's got a pop-culture ready mental diagnosis, but because it also talks about practical ways to cope with it. Small goals, like finishing another level in Duolingo. And any task that takes you out of yourself and into a mental state of flow, whether it's bingeing Netflix or playing a game with friends.

    Sounds a bit like writing, eh? At least, writing in small chunks, giving myself enough time to enter a flow mental state.

    I think it's that last part that I've been missing, in terms of my daily writing. I've been trying to squeeze it in, sometimes just in 15 minutes at the end of the day. Which is one day to make sure I always hit my 250 words, but is no way to let myself fall into the story, to lose myself in the writing.

    So I'm going to try altering my routine a bit. Give myself at least an hour to write. No distractions, no time limits. And no pressure to increase my word count, either. If I give myself time to really focus on the story, that'll be enough.

    I'm also going to start rewarding myself, again, for hitting that daily work goal. Not sure what to use as a reward (I'm already eating plenty of chocolate). Maybe money put into a savings account, like Jonathan Maberry does? Or maybe a new game at the end of the week, if I've written my total words?

    What do you use, if you reward yourself for getting your writing done?

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 23
  • Keeping Score: September 25, 2020

    I can't believe Breonna Taylor's killers are going to walk free.

    I mean, I can believe it, in the sense that racism is real and cops are killers and they're killers because they kill and get away with it in this country.

    But it's just...hard to grasp that after all we've been through, these United States, in 2020, a group of people could decide it's just fine to charge into the home of one of their fellow citizens and murder them, so long as the murderers are wearing badges.

    It's also hard for me to wrap my head around the President of the United States saying for months that the only election he could lose is a fraudulent one, and there's no howls of indignation from his side of the aisle. No Senators lining up to condemn his words and ask that the House open a new impeachment investigation.

    Nothing. Not a fucking peep.

    Meanwhile in my state, in supposedly progressive California, we still use inmates as firefighters, paying them perhaps a dollar a day, which is slave labor by any other name. And once they've served their time, if they happened to have been born somewhere else, we hand them over to ICE for deportation.

    Oh, and there's still a pandemic on, so walking around outside to enjoy the air newly-cleared of smoke and ash means constantly dodging people who aren't wearing masks.

    So it's all I can do right now, when I'm not doomscrolling, to keep editing the novel. One chapter at a time.

    I feel like I should be making more progress. Editing more than one chapter a day. Maybe even racing to the finish line.

    Or picking up the story I was outlining a few months ago, and starting to actually put words to paper.

    But I can't.

    I just...can't.

    The writing spirit is very willing, but the writing flesh, the meaty brain and hands that would summon words from the void, are quite busy right now.

    So I press on, one chapter at a time. I'm not stopping, but I'm not able to move any faster right now.

    Because this book's become even more important to me, lately.

    It's about prisons. It's about all the different kinds of people that get locked up, and why. It's about exploitation, and greed, and how it's all kept going by the people that look the other way. The ones that hold their noses so they can benefit.

    It's also about forgiveness, and change. About making yourself vulnerable again, after holding onto a hurt for so long.

    I want to finish it. I need to finish, to have this story told. To share it.

    There's not much else I can do, so I'm doing this.

    Voting. Donating. Speaking up.

    And writing.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 25
  • Keeping Score: April 17, 2020

    Another week. I've kept the writing streak going; currently at 36 straight days.

    Managed to pick up work on the novel again. I worried I might not be able to get back in the headspace that easily. But it turns out if you've worked on something for two years, you can dive back into it without too many issues :)

    Had to think back through the chapter I was working on, though. The plot I'd had when I last put it down didn't fit with the setting I'd established, and -- to be perfectly honest -- wasn't that interesting.

    This new version I'm writing is harder, emotionally, but it's better.

    Which seems to be true about a lot of the rewrites I do. The ones that are harder for me to write, to push my characters through, are the ones that make the story shine.

    I'm keeping my daily goals modest, though. Sketch out a conversation here, set down a turning point over there, and that's it. Slowly stitch it all together over the course of the week. Review it -- but don't edit it yet! -- and mark the progress made.

    It's these little steps, little victories, that keep me going.

    What about you?

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 17
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