Sit Your Ass Down and Write Part Two

I finally sat my ass down and chipped away at my novel, revising the first couple of chapters that establish the two protagonists. My total page count is 59 double spaced pages, but I'm not ready to start on page 60 because the first 20 or so still need work. I've made a bit of progress which I'm happy with. I just needed to allow myself to get started. It's like when they say that the hardest part of working out is actually showing up to the gym.

I started playing a Barry White album on my turntable. That was just a random choice. You normally put a Barry White album on because you have a girl over, but in this case, I just needed a cool record to play from start to finish so I could have some tunes playing while I work. I also wanted to see if I could write for the length of an entire album. I decided to write for at least the length of Barry White's I've Got So Much To Give LP. I will only get up from my writing desk to switch sides. A few minutes pass. Hey wait, is the album over already? How much have I written?

I shuffle through my little record collection one more time. I put on Charlie Rich's There Won't Be Anymore. That album ends just when it seems to have gotten started. How much writing have I accomplished now? I'm trying to lose myself and be in the zone. The hands of an invisible clock, the length of an album, the Pomodoro timer on my phone that I use to time my productivity (25 minutes of work, then a five-minute break.) become almost static. For at least a short period of time, I have achieved perfect focus.

The great thing about self-isolation is that it calls bullshit on my excuses. I've got nothing better to do. My laptop is there, or a pad of lined paper and a pen if I prefer. All I have to do is set the environment to my liking so I can write. Turn the lights down low, put another album on, pour myself a cup of tea, or a pint of Guinness, and get to it. If I get stuck, I'll just go for another walk. It's 10:30 at night, but so what? I have all the time in the world, and there are plenty of Barry White albums.

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