I had a pretty good three day week. Pieces and people are connecting now.
Yesterday I was knocking it out and a friend called who was in trouble. It was the kind of call I couldn’t not take. The call lasted an hour. When I turned back to my screen I realized I couldn’t go on. My energy and my focus were gone. Mostly my focus.
Today I picked up where I’d left off. I was slow getting into it. The energy I’d had the day before wasn’t there. Not because of the phone call, but because it was a different day. Eventually I was able to complete the scene and it wasn’t bad. When I finished I wondered if I’d not been interrupted yesterday, would I have written the same thing? I’ll never know but I don’t think I would have.
It’s a new concept to me. On different days we may write different things about the same material. I never thought about it before. Maybe I would’ve written something better yesterday. Maybe worse. But I’m sure it would’ve been different even though I wouldn’ve used the same people. That’s not even true. When I finished the scene I’d been working on before the phone call I put in a break and started on a new character and scene. Would I have gone to that place, that person yesterday?
On the other hand, perhaps it was a good thing I was interrupted yesterday because what I wrote then might have taken me in a whole different direction that wouldn’t really advance the story or even be necessary.
This is what I think. You have to wear blinders and earplugs and keep your eyes and mind on what you’re writing. Let nothing interrupt you.
Tomorrow I’m going to the movies.