Last night I took the streetcar down to the Quarter to have drinks with two friends in from out of town at the Carousel Bar. It was a lovely day in New Orleans, with no humidity (any day without humidity is a beautiful day, frankly) and then the ride home after dark was equally lovely.
I didn't get as much writing done this weekend as I had hoped, and I really need to get over this procrastination thing. A friend pointed out to me that I do this to myself all the time; that rather than sitting down and making myself write every day, I'll just on any excuse not to--which results in stress and panic as the deadline looms. I did get some writing done yesterday; just not as much as I would have liked. I think I solved the problem I was having with one short story, and as I rode the streetcar yesterday I think I may have solved the problem I was having with the other.
Both of these are, of course, good things.
So, my plan is to continue working on the revision of Bourbon Street Blues, finish those two short stories this week, edit the other two for submission, and get about five thousand words written on the next book, while mapping out my ideas for the next Scotty. It may seem daunting--and it is; that's a lot of work--but as long as I stay focused, I can get it all done; there's no doubt in my mind. It is amazing what you can do when you focus on one thing at a time. If I get stuck on one of the stories, I'll work on something else. This has been the problem I've been having lately; if I get stuck on something I just stop working, and that isn't how I've managed to remain productive for so long; if something stalls I move on to something else and come back to the original piece of work the next day. Working on something else keeps my creativity working, and shakes out the cobwebs. And there are always cobwebs. Don't ask me how it happens, but it does.
And on that note, it's back to the spice mines.
Here's today's hunk: