Writing for money not love

So far this week, I estimate that I have written in the region of 12,000 words – cause for celebration surely? Unfortunately not, the majority of said words were during my working world hours and therefore have to go in the web copy/SEO content/article box rather that the twisty/fun/fictional box. Oh well, c’est la vie. Well, such is my life anyway because it is my life and my choice after all… but I’ve never let that get in the way of a good moan!

I like the way I’ve worn most of the letters off my work keyboard too. It’s probably the length of my nails, but sometimes it feels more like it’s the force of my frustration…

On the bright side, I did clock in one short story this weekend and too many hours trying to juggle and jangle the WIP into some semblance of an organised timeline. Man do I wish I was one of those people who could write outlines, or even construct the bare bones of a plot, before they launch right into the guts of a story and roll around enthusiastically in its oozy entrails.

This week also saw (honorary) local boy and force for the literary good Ryan Van Winkle named one of the winners of the 2009 Crashaw Prize for poetry. He’s a deserving winner so good news indeed.

I’ve also been hearing many of the woes of creative partnerships – namely how difficult it can be to stay focused on the artistic goal when it becomes diluted by tough working relationships – so I’m feeling pretty grateful for my solitary pursuit at the moment.

Even better, the sun is out! I’ve missed the sun, even though it makes me squint at the screen and more inclined to doze cat-like during the day.