I’m taking a break from Facebook.
I haven’t deactivated my account, but I have deleted the app from my phone and logged off from every computer I own, so I think my green dot has been effectively extinguished. I know I will miss you guys like crazy, so I’m not promising that I won’t sneak over every now and then, but right now I’ve got some work to do and Facebook is killing my productivity.
Back in November I started a project called NaNoWriMo, a challenge to write 50,000 words during the month of November. At the end of the month I had just more than 11,000 words — far from my goal, but still an accomplishment. I knew it was a meager start, though. While NaNoWriMo considers a novel completed at 50,000 words, an actual novel is rarely less than 80,000 words. In fact, most people would say to shoot for 100,000. You guys, that’s a lot of words.
I have hesitated to give my project a name. I talk about plot maps, and chapter divisions, and characters, but I’ve only ever called it a project. Sometimes I say it’s my big project. But, the other day Matt and I were talking, and he said, “Now that you’re writing that book…” and I tuned out everything he said after that because I liked the sound of those words so much. (Besides, I believe the rest of it was some craziness about not being able to find any clean socks). Him saying I was writing that book made it seem so very real. And serious.
So, here goes. I am writing a book. There. Now I said it too. It may not be worth a hill of beans when it’s all said and done, but I’m doing it anyway.
Here’s the problem: I don’t have the best track record for completing large projects that don’t have grades or job requirements attached to them.
Do you remember seeing this guy in a magazine ad?
When I was in eighth grade, I drew him and ended up being a student at Art Instruction Schools, where you complete mail-in assignments at your leisure. I completed 20 of the 22 lessons. You know what I learned most from Art Instruction Schools? I need deadlines. The kind that mean something.
With my book, there’s nothing I can do to create deadlines with bite, but I’ve been chugging along like the Little Engine That Could, and I’m now sitting pretty with 22,000 words. I’m closing in on 100 pages. ONE HUNDRED PAGES!
I have the major parts of the story mapped out, but there’s still so much I don’t know. I will write with fever for an hour and then I’m all… what happens next? Then I start to procrastinate because it becomes so hard to think think think, and that’s when I turn to Facebook.
When I am stuck in my story I become so intensely interested in what everyone had for dinner and who is –feeling happy 🙂 that I can’t pry myself away from the newsfeed.
Facebook has become an enabler for a serious procrastination problem, so I must disable it.
I have to take it seriously now that it’s a real, bonafide thing. I mean, there’s some pretty heavy stuff going on. Coralinn is searching for a father she doesn’t even know, the fate of Nora’s bakery is hanging in the balance, and Crystal has a really bad attitude. Also, it’s possible that Crystal’s name isn’t even Crystal because to be quite honest, she isn’t very likable and I don’t want anyone somehow thinking she is relatable to my cousin-in-real-life-Crystal, who is, in fact, very likable. And much more sensible. And not conniving at all. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that Crystal’s name isn’t Crystal. (Why did I call her Crystal?!)
Though I’m still getting to know these people, I have seen first hand that they are terrible decision makers. You can never tell what they’re going to get themselves into. They need my help. Only I can get them through this, and let me tell you, they are a handful. It’s exciting and exhausting all at the same time.
So, I’m going to try to focus on getting this crazy bunch where they’re going. Maybe in lieu of Facebook-fueled procrastination, I’ll devote some attention to the sock situation. (Ha.) Until next time, Facebook.