Madeleine Sticks to Her Resolution

I was just about to wash some dishes and then read in my bed (by far the warmest place in my drafty apartment) when I remembered: the Mildred! I have to write on it today! Luckily, I have Internet service tonight. Thank you, B's MacBook Pro.

Whenever I read in bed, I think of my friend who had sleeping problems last year and her physician (psychologist?) told her that she should NOT read or watch TV in bed. Make the bed the sleeping place ONLY! I wonder if that worked. She seems well rested.

Similarly, Raymond Chandler (I believe) said that his desk was used ONLY for writing. His writing process or method was to spend four hours each day at his desk. The only activity allowed at the desk, then, during those four hours was writing; if he didn't write, then he couldn't do anything else while he sat there. Anyone in that situation will get bored, he said, and start writing.

I tried Chandler's method last year for a few weeks. Didn't work for me; I still didn't write. I probably didn't practice it the way it was supposed to be practiced, though. Actually, I know I didn't practice it the way it was supposed to be practiced. I did get bored and then angry at myself for not writing, but that didn't make me write; it just made me give up. Ert. What does that say about me?

Now I'm getting depressed. This was going to be a jolly post. The second of the new year!

But at least I'm writing it. And I did write today. Unfortunately, I wrote a play. But a new play! At least!

These new pages probably should not count towards my five pages per week. Or should they? I am undecided, or maybe cagey (cagy?).

Anyway, writing today--but not fiction. (And, yes, I still need to finish Story #1.)

Agnes update: she was all healthy today. Maybe you could say something about that, dear Agnes. We all need to be healthy, too.