Diary Of Being A Writer; Week 57

Other people’s colds are a bloody nuisance.

Tuesday 2nd April

Seriously I just cannot do anything else before I write. I just need to sit down and turn this thing on and go. I do not need to check on the chickens or pull up some weeds or strategise the social media for my workplace. I mean, yes I do need to do these things, but I should do them after writing my own stuff. Or at least trying.
I came up with some pretty strong story ideas over the last few days. Now it seems to me I am scared of them. It is as if I feel that if I try to pin them down into a real story, they just won’t stand up to the scrutiny or won’t live up to my expectations.
There it is, yet another version of the imposter syndrome.
Okay seen and recognised, onward we go.

Friday 5th
Not a lot of writing time this week, trying to grab some now as I am working this afternoon/evening, but it doesn’t look good. The house is full of questions and noise ‘Where is my…’ and other variations of that one. The return call is the one of ‘Have you…’
Anyway, the plan?
Morning pages.
Writing 2000 words of the short murder story.
Go to work.