We all have them, the little rituals we do every time we write.
I have a fixation with sparkling water. I get my water bottle, my glass, and as long as it is morning my cappuccino as well, and head up to my writing room. I always tidy my desk up before I start. There is something about having a tidy space that makes me feel work ready.
If the cats are in the house (more likely if it is a chilly winter day) they follow me up and find a comfy spot behind my laptop and snooze while I write.
I check Facebook, twitter, my blog stats. If anyone has left any comments on my blog I will respond. Then I close all them.
I open scrivener—my writing tool of choice.
Then I am ready to go.
I used to be terrible for editing as I go, but I have become more disciplined of late. I still have a little read of the last written chapter, but restrict myself to only basic fixes and then I move on.
I reward myself for a productive bursts by snacks, and little breaks.
Mostly, if I am actually writing, I just go with the flow and try not to interrupt myself. If I am struggling to focus, more breaks inevitably creep in.
What are your writing rituals? What is your favourite place to write?
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The Daily Rituals of Famous Writers
Mythology is full of stumbles that turn out to be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps one of the greatest examples is from the Arabian Nights. A man is ploughing a field, but the plough becomes caught. When he investigates he discovers a ring, but it is not just a ring, and he instead finds a cave full of jewels.
Our treasure is not necessarily about a chest of gold, though. Our treasure may be the thing that gives us greatest pleasure, makes us feel at peace, and alive.
The stumble might be considered a point of failure. We are going about our day, doing what we always do, when something stops us, blocks us, causes us to halt or pause, to slip or fail. There, in that moment, is where we can find our treasure.
Perhaps the stumble is not the obstacle we first presume, but is in fact, the thing we most need.
It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
Perhaps a failure leads us to take another road or approach that reaps an entirely unexpected reward.
The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for.
And perhaps those stumbles, are our greatest opportunities for us to gain a deeper understanding of ourselves, and ultimately, to grow.
I have spent most of this week working my way through edits on book 2. I am about 50% done on this first pass. A few more iterations before it is ready for professional editing, but I find that I have come to enjoy the editing phase of writing. I like watching it morph and shift, and find it strangely theraputic.
A lot more enjoyable than trying to write a book blurb!
We took a break Sunday morning to get out of the house. The weather’s been wet and windy, and generally pretty grim lately, but it was nice and sunny briefly (and conveniently) while we were taking a stroll along the beach.
Chucked it down again once we got home. Nice when it waits 😉
Looks nice and sunny in this direction 🙂
My long suffering husband…
Not so sunny this direction…rain heading in.