When Fate Intervenes

[scheherazade_79]

Just wondering if there were other people who experience this when it comes to writing. Here's my scenario:

Every day's a writing day for me, but on some days the inspiration comes a lot easier than on others. Today is one of them. I spent the whole day at work, daydreaming and composing lines and even paragraphs in my head. Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn't have much of a chance to get them down once I got home, because I had to bring some stuff home from work to complete by tomorrow.
I'm really not the kind of person who says "fuck it" when it comes to work. I'm pretty conscientious, and if necessary I'll spend the whole night getting something done if I need to.
Well, to cut to the chase, I forgot to bring all the paperwork home
I'm probably going to get in shit tomorrow at work, but I've chosen to look at this in a different light. As far as writing stories is concerned, this is probably the best thing that could happen to me - so I'm putting it down to Fate
Usually my best pieces of work are turned out when I know I should be doing something else, but Fate has stopped me. Does anyone else find the same?

 

[impressive]

Does anyone else find the same?

Um, nope.

When I get the itch/urge/compulsion to write, nothin' stops me. I am a COMPLETE and TOTAL bitch if someone steps in my way. If I'm away from a computer, I take pen/paper. If I'm driving, I have a little digital voice recorder doo dad. (Nifty gadget it is, too!)

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Usually my best pieces of work are turned out when I know I should be doing something else, but Fate has stopped me. Does anyone else find the same?

Not always, but often.

My problem is I can take my writing too seriously and get all hung up on whether it's good enough. I start thinking about it too much and it becomes hard work. If I'm supposed to be doing something else, I don't worry about stuff like that, and stories seem to pop out.

It reminds me a lot of looking at stars, when you can see them better when you don't look right at them. It's like my mind is more creative when I'm, not focusing it on something and demanding that it produce.

 

[TheEarl]

I can only produce writey goodness when I force myself to sit down and get to it. I am the master of prevarication.

Enjoy your night Imp, and make the most of it. Don't follow my example of setting aside a day to do writing and then not gettign any writing done.

The Earl

 

[carsonshepherd]

Not always, but often.

My problem is I can take my writing too seriously and get all hung up on whether it's good enough. I start thinking about it too much and it becomes hard work. If I'm supposed to be doing something else, I don't worry about stuff like that, and stories seem to pop out.

It reminds me a lot of looking at stars, when you can see them better when you don't look right at them. It's like my mind is more creative when I'm, not focusing it on something and demanding that it produce.

That scares me because I do exactly the same thing *get out of my head! *

Don't follow my example of setting aside a day to do writing and then not gettign any writing done.

Yup, do that too. I think it's the pressure.

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

Yes. I am my writing's bitch in all conotations of the term.

And it's got me so trained that I'll constantly work to my own detriment.

Huge project or test the next day? Fuck it, i've finally got an inspiration surge for X project and I've got to spend it to completion lest it be lost to the endless sea of "good story idea to write 'one of these days'".

And it's been getting worse lately. Some days, I stare and end up surrendering, others I write for 24 hours straight.

 

[LadyJeanne]

Well, to cut to the chase, I forgot to bring all the paperwork home
I'm probably going to get in shit tomorrow at work, but I've chosen to look at this in a different light. As far as writing stories is concerned, this is probably the best thing that could happen to me - so I'm putting it down to Fate

This has happened to me - usually when I'm so overwhelmed by my commitments that my subconscious takes over and gives me a holiday from my plans. I create my own 'snow days' just when the blizzard threatens to bury me.