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What to do if you’re just starting out on your Author Adventure: planning, preparation, and dealing with your Inner Dickhead
13 ways you know you’re a writer: You’ve been staring out of the window for an hour now and all you’ve done is doodle a flower with a horrifying face. You’re supposed to be writing but instead you’re grouting the bathroom tiles. You’ve written the same word 43 times then scratched it out and written FUCK instead.
It’s been an exciting week here at Casa Moxie. I’ve had a LOT of conversations (way more than usual) so I’ll be spending much of this weekend hiding in a darkened room with my headphones on. But the conversations have been so good. I’ve met some wonderful people.
I got a few scaries: Wriggling through potholes that are only as wide as I am. Sharing a village with people who voted for fascists. Being showered with earwigs. But those are still less scary than standing on a stage with the sole purpose of making people laugh (and think).
If you want to write a book and you’re not doing it, your problem isn’t that you don’t have time. It’s not that you need more info. And you definitely don’t need another £49 “how to write a bestseller in a week” template. Your problem is that you are not permitted to be bored.
Standing under the shower, with sunlight dappling through the trees above me, and my feet rooted to the smooth slate stepping stone, I felt peaceful for the first time in… I don’t know. Forever. Through that stone, I could feel the Earth breathing.
When I used to have a job, I often wondered why it sucked so much.
Of course, part of the problem was me and my attitude. Part of the problem was my undiagnosed AuDHD.
For 25 years, I’ve tried to get my shit together. Maybe it’s time I accept that my ducks are going to stay scattered and actually they’re more like geese.
The Heretics by Will Storr made me mad as hell. I got a handful of pages into it before swearing and banging it down on the bookcase, abandoning it.
Me: why do I have a headache again? Also me: stares at sleep app showing a sleep debt of 4,184 hours.(I exaggerate but honestly only slightly.) Ah. That might be why my head hurts. And why I can see tweety birds in my peripheral vision. How can my sleep debt be this high?
"ChatGPT has been down today which means I’ve had to think for myself when writing my ABOUT ME section here on LinkedIn. I think I may have become too reliant on the speed at which it can help me structure my ADHD thoughts".
I rage Google stuff all the time. The results that came at me were mostly listicles about how not to be chronically late, why people who are late are basically the devil, or pop-psychology.
“Why don’t you enter the Pole Theatre competition?” I’m…
