Yesterday I was cranky. I was cranky because no matter what I tried, my brain did not want to do any work. It wasn’t just that it didn’t want to write; most writers run into that fairly frequently. My brain didn’t want to do any work. I had woken up with the beginnings of a migraine and lost a couple of hours to wrangling it, so I needed to make up for lost time.
I duct-taped my wrists to the keyboard and ignored the voice in my head that told me it wanted to nap and watch movies. I had work to do, and I am a Disciplined Writer. I just barely managed to remove duplicate email addresses from my mailing list and return some emails. Then my brain rebelled. It flatly refused to scan social media marketing opportunities, research my op-ed, or map out the plot points of the first two books on big pieces of paper so that I could use them to see the arc of the third book. Every time I tried, overwhelming sleepiness, a reborn migraine, or the need to eat large quantities of sugar overcame me.
But I am a Disciplined Writer and so I told my brain it was time to get to work. Secrets of the Wolves comes out in two weeks and I have a third book to write. I’ve learned that a writer must be disciplined, that a writer must stick to her schedule and work even when she doesn’t feel like it if she’s to complete her books. And this is true. Most of the time.