superlight April posting – 4/30

1. daily novel writing: 3,000+ words in the past few days. Feeling great.
2. daily exercise: none what so ever. One could only do so much…
3. daily photo by iPhone: close up (below).
April is over. A whole new month is starting again. I’m busy doing this and that, and feeling happy for no particular reason.


writing speed

I thought I only write slow when I’m writing in English, but today I had to write an email in Chinese, and it took forever. So I guess I’m just a slow writer, period.
two gigantic sake cups (above)


All of a sudden I wanted to paint again. There was one period a couple of years ago I wanted to paint all the time, but that desire had come and gone, and I had not been painting for quite some time. Now that I dedicated the month of April to finish the first draft of my novel, my desire for painting seemed to have come back with a vengeance.

This morning I looked at all my unfinished works in acrylic and in oil, and started to work on them. I didn’t work on them for very long. In a short four-hour period, I finished two pieces. One of the pieces was a portrait for my friend Tony, whose birthday was in March. The paint was intended for his birthday – last March! So more than a year later, I finally finished it. I was surprised at how little time it actually took for me to complete the work. If I knew it was this easy, I probably won’t let the unfinished painting hanging on the wall bugging me for more than a year. But then again, I was incapable of finishing it earlier, because I had absolutely no desire to do so.

I wonder whether this was true to my writing as well. When I stop, the incompleteness really bothers me a lot, and I feel quite discontented. But when I start again, l seem to not have as much obsession as I have imagined when I was idling. Maybe I should let my book bug me a while longer? And maybe then the writing would come quick and smooth.

the reason of missing yesterday’s post

I realized that when I was pushing my way through my novel, I forgot the most important thing. That is, I am writing this book for my own pleasure. If I’m only thinking about how to finish the book as fast as possible, or how many words I need to accomplish each day, it sort of defeats the purpose. God knows how envious I am of those people who could effortlessly write long blog posts. I’ve seen people describe their day in vivid details with two, three-thousand words easily. If it were me, with my snail-IMG_2236like speed, I would be writing whole day with no time for anything else. Besides, I found my mood could directly influence my protagonist’s behavior in my story – she had been a little too serious lately and she no longer seemed to be having fun. So I decided to take a breather on my writing.

Without the excuse of novel writing, I could no longer do these “super light” posts any more. Even though, to be entirely honest, I have not really been using the time saved from these simplified blog posts to write my book. My cat is biting his own tail at my feet, as if to say, “I’m bored of your excuses.” In my defense not all distractions were excuses. Skiing was fun and provided me with some much needed exercises; I spent a fun night at the musical for “book research”; I went to the museum this afternoon, though it has nothing to do with the book, at least no one can call it a “waste of time”.

I think my problem is that all my interests require time to cultivate, and I simply don’t have time to do all of them. I love too many things. I spread myself too thin.

And yesterday after dinner, I decided to read in bed, just for a little while, before getting up to work on whatever I need to work on. The bed was so soft and comfy, and before long I was completely gone. In my dream I was trying to wake myself up: “Get up, you need to pick up your husband at the airport. He is standing at the curb waiting for you. Get up. Get up now!”

You see, that’s my life. And now you know why I didn’t post anything yesterday.

light posting – 4/14

1. daily novel writing: none.

Why? Why? Why? Isn’t the purpose of these “light posts” to give myself more time writing my novel? But I had a good excuse today. A friend suggested to me that a musical called “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” would be helpful to me in developing my plot, and that I should go see it. As a ultimate procrastinator, I waited until the very last day and the very last show, and went to see it tonight. The show was fantastic. Though it has nothing to do with the novel I’m writing, I still enjoyed it very much. Still, I will count tonight as “novel research” time.

2. daily exercise: none.

What’s my excuse for that? Well, I had burned my face by forgetting to put on sun block on the first day of skiing, and I’m paying dearly for it now. My excuse for not exercising today was – my face hurts!

3. daily photo by iPhone: Yes, Yes, I did that! Whew… (see below)