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Jul. 9th, 2006 11:19 pmHaven't been on LJ much this past week, as I'm in serious crunch mode with the latest manuscript.
Did manage to get out biking this weekend, and I noticed a familiar phenomenon. While I'm biking there comes a point around the forty-five minute mark where I start to feel the exercise, and my body hints that now is a good time to turn around. If I push past that point I can stay out for two hours, three hours, or longer, if I have sufficient snacks.
The same thing happens with writing--often there's a "stop now" urge that comes up after four or five pages, but if I push past that, I can crank out entire scenes or chapters. It's something I have to keep reminding myself of, so I can overrule my inner toddler when it's saying "I'm cranky and I don't wanna."
Flood update--for most of us life has returned to normal. It was an odd feeling when they announced that truckloads of disaster relief supplies had started to arrive from out of state. I'm used to being part of a community that sends help to others, rather than being on the receiving end. I'm grateful that these services are there, and even more grateful that neither my friends nor I needed to take advantage of them.
Did manage to get out biking this weekend, and I noticed a familiar phenomenon. While I'm biking there comes a point around the forty-five minute mark where I start to feel the exercise, and my body hints that now is a good time to turn around. If I push past that point I can stay out for two hours, three hours, or longer, if I have sufficient snacks.
The same thing happens with writing--often there's a "stop now" urge that comes up after four or five pages, but if I push past that, I can crank out entire scenes or chapters. It's something I have to keep reminding myself of, so I can overrule my inner toddler when it's saying "I'm cranky and I don't wanna."
Flood update--for most of us life has returned to normal. It was an odd feeling when they announced that truckloads of disaster relief supplies had started to arrive from out of state. I'm used to being part of a community that sends help to others, rather than being on the receiving end. I'm grateful that these services are there, and even more grateful that neither my friends nor I needed to take advantage of them.
