my New Life

This is the first day of my new one-year life!

My research grant kicked in today. I woke up, feeling responsible about having to live up to it. My new regime: all day library stint, punctuated by elevenses (yes!), lunch and afternoon coffee in the cafeteria. Wonderful research-research all day long into, yes, narrative, no less. Strange overlaps with online life... Well, not so surprising. Why did I get into fiction-writing in the first place? Hah.

Cafeteria times strictly timed but deliciously filled with slash-reading (today, wow: cupiscent's "Plumbing" -- I really will have to pack it in after that), and, after-lunch drowsy time (toter Punkt! *g*) naughtily filled with reading John Gardner's Art of Fiction whence I gacked a few fun-looking writing exercises.

As lazulus keeps telling me: move sideways. Must think laterally to trick myself out of writing crisis.

That was Day One of My New Life. So far, so good.

aerobics for writers

Still in writing crisis, I thought I could maybe limber up the ol' writing muscles by trying some of these:

Writing exercises (gacked from John Gardner, Art of Fiction)

( Write the paragraph that comes just before the discovery of a body. )

Heh. I'll do another one tomorrow!