Quarantine Project Day 24
Of course you don't have to mess around with post-modernism. You can sometimes adopt the ploy of sneaking up on yourself. Tricking yourself back to work.
When having a difficult day in the word-mines, instead of resisting the temptation to Run Away From Writing you should just give in.
Yes, give in.
But don't allow yourself to do anything remotely enjoyable, or any of the usual RAFW. No hoovering, no looking out of the window, no making lists of potential titles. You must give in and do something distasteful. Cleaning out the oven. Putting together that self-assembly wardrobe still in its boxes these last three months.
That gets your word-count up. Of course they're all white-hot oaths you can't use. But when you have angry-red screwdriver palm and you're staring down at that utterly incomprehensible wardrobe diagram, then you imagine doping on this sort of work this every day.
And you're very glad to get back to your desk to re-start the engines and, whistling as you work, you turn in 2085 words. And another of the savages has got somewhere to hang his clothes.
(For previous blogs in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")
