Tuesday Night is… Reading Night?

My work schedule has been very strange this week – switched up days, mostly, with days off and days working all rearranged.  Due to this, my brain isn’t really aware of what day it is, even though I can look at a calendar and see that it’s Tuesday.

Tonight I decided to forgo writing, partially because my writing inspiration is out of whack with the schedule, and instead finish reading a book that was due back to the library yesterday (another casualty of my weird schedule combined with an above-average amount of social plans).    I finished it, mostly, although I did skim the last chapter, and picked up another book I had requested.  The number of waiting books in my stack has not gotten smaller, although the books themselves are slimmer.

My schedule is (relatively) back to normal this week, so I should return to my usual writing night next Tuesday.  “Should” is the operative word in that sentence.  🙂

Outside the Library Window

On Tuesdays, I write at my local library.  I got into the habit during NaNo, and you have to admit, it’s a pretty good choice.  My nearest branch is open until 9pm; unlike a coffee shop, I don’t have to buy anything to sit here; and the chairs are pretty comfortable.

I come to the library after work, and food, and a change of clothes, so I usually arrive around 7pm or so.  The giant windows that I sit near have always looked out into a dark night, holding reflections of the well-lit building behind me.  I had spotted bushes near the window, but not much else.

Tonight is a different story.  With Daylight Saving Time and the arrival of “spring” (it snowed here today, so the scare quotes are legitimate), I now have a view of the scenery outside of the windows.  My preferred table is near a post, so my view is obstructed; still, a view is a view.

Our weather today is miserable and grey, and the aforementioned snow is still dusting everything.  There’s a small lawn leading to an odd little ravine.  Given the brown stalks of cattails and reeds, I suspect it holds water when the weather is warmer.  To my immediate right is a stand of about a dozen trees, all still starkly bare, with complicated trunks rising in clusters of three or four.

Beyond the ravine I can see the corner of a school, and beyond that a house.  If I lean forward to peer around the pillar, the playground of another school is visible.  There are other homes near that, which I can spot from my usual semi-reclined position.

Fortunately for me, the view just above my computer screen is that of chairs and tables inside the library.  The curve of the wall narrows what I can see of the windows, limiting them to indecipherable slices of glass between the black metal frames.

I like looking around when I need inspiration, but distraction in the midst of thought is not my friend.  When it warms up, and there is movement and life outside these windows, I will be thankful that the best views are outside my peripheral vision.

Routine Reset

Last week’s technical challenge threw my writing routine off.  My brain had gotten ahead by several scenes, so I had lots to write, and then the opportunity slipped.  The scenes are still there, but cloudy.

Tonight, in addition to the cloudy scenes, I also had to work late (which meant a later start at the library).  Changes in the writing routine make writing more work, as anyone who’s been in the same boat will tell you.

Instead of giving up, or forcing the words to come, I gave myself a reset.  A few weeks ago I did a rough edit of the first section of the story.  Tonight I went back to where I left off with that, and did another rough edit.  It got my brain back in the story, fixed a few wording issues, and filled my writing time.

Here’s hoping I can get back on track and write a scene (or two!) next week!

World Building Details

When you write fantasy, you run into all kinds of details that require decisions and creativity.

In expanding the story that I’m currently working on, I’ve had to think of a variety of details that were glossed over in the first incarnation.  I changed where the girl was being kept, from an empty warehouse into a laundry.  That meant establishing the routine of the laundry, the layout, the technology (however primitive), and so on.

Then I had to find a way for her to get clothes once she escaped.

Now I’m working on currency.  There are many considerations with currency, from what it’s called to how it’s subdivided, how it’s used to who generally carries what.  If I use a real form of currency (whether or not it’s still in use), I add baggage and layers to the story that I might not want.  It’s been a bit more involved than I expected, but I think I have it figured out.

I’m sure there are more details that will end up posing similar challenges – that’s part of being a writer.

(On a side note, my tablet has quit talking to its external keyboard, and typing at my usual pace is very frustrating on a touch screen keyboard. There will be no story efforts tonight!)