June 6th 2016

Today was hella productive. I started the day with an early run. I slacked last week because I was on earlier shifts at work so I didn’t have much time in the morning, hopefully I can get back to it this week. After my run I drove to the town down the road where Alice works and I worked alone in a coffee shop until she was ready to meet me for lunch. It was the first time I’d seen her studio.


What I was working on was a new novel. I wrote, like, 3,000 words today. And it was easy, and so fun. And it was what writing should be. I often find myself scared of writing because it’s like hard work, but today it kind of just fell out of me, and I think it’s because I was enjoying what I was writing. Time was literally flying because I was having fun. A couple of my other writing projects are a bit bigger, they need lots of research and planning, and I hate all that stuff because it’s just organised procrastination. What I like to do is just start writing and see where the story takes me. I wrote a rough outline on my phone a few weeks ago when I had the idea for the story, and that gave me enough to just sit down and go for it. So I did.

I wrote 1,000 words before lunch and another 2,000 after. And before I knew it it was 5pm and home time. I kind of treated it, writing, like a full time job today. My mum always said that that was the most effective way to revise – to treat it like a full time job. Do the 9-5 with an hours lunch break and then you can have the evenings to yourself. That’s what I did with my writing today. I wrote during the day as if it were a real job and then I relaxed in the evening, Alice and I cooked dinner together, and we watched a film.


And driving home I felt like I’d accomplished something. I don’t know if what I’ve written is any good, or if it will even go anywhere, but I like the idea of the story and I want to get it down whilst it fades. So I just need to have more days like today, days where I can have a bit of productivity and also have a bit of fun.

My problem has never been with writing, it’s always been with building the courage to sit down and start writing. It was made easier today because driving to the next town was like commuting to work, and when I was there I was there to work, except my office was a Starbucks. (I actually went to Costa, Caffe Nero, and Starbucks today – I didn’t want to feel like I’d overstayed my welcome in any of them, and it was a nice change of scenery)



For what it’s worth: Costa do the nicest coffee and they don’t mind you staying there all day. I have this peculiar set of standards. I didn’t like Caffe Nero because it was too cold, the chairs had no back support, the tables were too high and the Flat White was made to a poor standard. Starbucks was too hot, the flat white was poor and the table was wobbly which made the coffee spill everywhere. I didn’t last long in Starbucks. Costa was my goldilocks. It was just the right temperature, the table was perfect, and the flat white was cracking. And thus I found my new workspace.

Now I have 3,000 words and a new office. Good start.

Until tomorrow, it was the first good day.


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