I used to loathe mindless tasks. Mindless tasks used to drive me insane and were a waste of what priceless little free time I had. I would do whatever I could to make those tasks vanish so I could get to the really important things. Mainly I wanted to spend my time playing the latest version of Resident Evil, or watching cartoons, or drinking beer with friends. But then came the love of writing.
I’ve already detailed how I rearranged my life to accommodate writing (here), but I found that I wanted to spend that time actually writing and not sitting staring at a blank screen. To do this, I need ideas. I need something, anything, to begin constructing the bridges between characters and story, but a glaring white screen is disheartening and gets me nowhere. Here I’ve gone to the trouble of upending my life to create this priceless daily pocket of an hour or two to work on what matters most, and I am stuck trying to unearth why a character is standing in a shipping yard. Then life rolls in, and the window of time ends with little progress on any front.