Productivity: I'm doing it wrong.

[squeequeg]

At the moment, I'm in good shape. I've got a detailed outline of the new book, ready to transcribe to a notebook, from which I will be composing the first draft. (Judging by the last two, the outline will go out the window around chapter 8, but it's a start.) I intend to start in on Monday morning. My Yuletide piece is needing a beta, but it's pretty good, enough that I may write a second piece for my recipient if I can eke out time at work. I've got a weekend free for anything from cleaning the house to Christmas shopping.

So what do I really want to do? Write character notes and fragmentary scenes for a novel involving Professora Lundqvist and Charles the batman and Colonel Dieterich and the clockwork menace, of course. I don't even know what a novel with them would entail. I just have ideas of things around the corners of the actual plot.

Bah. Looks like I'll be indulging my muse today, with an end result of nothing that will be usable for ages. But it'll be fun.

You may all feel free to bring this up when I complain later on about not getting anything done. It's obviously because of this.

Comments

[scottahill.livejournal.com]

DAMN YOU DIETERICH AND YOUR INFERNAL CLOCKWORK PROCRASTINATION MENACE!

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

You know, if I can't work in that line somehow, I don't deserve to write this.

[scottahill.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you could; the question is whether you should. :)

[thomascantor.livejournal.com]

I henceforth claim this quote for Spain.

[scottahill.livejournal.com]

NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE DIETERICH! YOUR CONTRAPTION HAS GIVEN RISE TO SO MUCH PROCRASTINATION, THAT EVEN A LOLLYGAGGINOUS SPANIARD CAN LAY CLAIM TO OUR VERY WORDS! (© Portugal, 1895)

SEE NOW THE PORTUGUESE HAVE GOTTEN IN ON IT! BY GOD! IF THIS CONTINUES, I SHALL HAVE ONLY ONE RECOURSE: to

talk

very

slowly

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Professora?

YES, CHARLES, MON HOMME CHAUVE-SOURIS?

Have you finished shouting? It messes with my sonar something fierce.

SHOUTING? WHY, WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN?

Nev...never mind.