This last weekend was not the best I’ve suffered through in a long time–and I do mean suffer. Sure, this is going to come off sounding like a first-world problem, and it is, because I wasn’t starving, I wasn’t living in fear of being raped or murdered because I wanted to get an education, and I wasn’t living with the possibilities of dying at any moment from any number of aliments that can strike you down without warning.
No, I was only having a run-of-the-mill crappy weekend, which was capped off by a panic attack on Sunday night that put me on edge so much that I finally stepped away from the computer and went off to watch some television. It wasn’t the relaxing moment that I thought it would be, but I did get to see someone find a frozen beaver, which lead to scenes of a couple of guys munching on semi-frozen beaver tail . . . ah, the wonders of television. Remember when it was just hours of mindless entertainment?
This panic attack was messing up my writing something bad. I was trying to write, to continued my chapter–which I’d hoped to finish last night–but I couldn’t concentrate beyond writing a sentence then looking around for something: a word, a picture, some news, anything that I thought might relate to what I was doing.
It was hectic, but also a little hellish, because I could feel something coming on all day yesterday. Maybe it was all the writing the day before about how my character Keith was feeling panicky because of what was happening to him in the chapter, and it was rubbing off on me. I doubt that, but who knows? Maybe my characters are talking to me! Bwahahahaha!
It died down, and so did my attempt to get something written. Four hundred forty words got out, so between Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I managed a little less than I would over two days of normal writing. I’ll take it, because it gets me closer to the end. And the end is very near, so keep pushing.
If there is any good to come out of this, it’s that I discovered how to access a thesaurus through Scrivener. One of my great laments was that Scrivener–which I use to write all my stories–didn’t have the same access to a built-in thesaurus as MS Word has. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but it gets to be a pain after a while to cut and paste a word onto a sight on the Internet to find synonyms and antonyms.
I start looking around in the program, and what do I find? Writing Tools! And what are some of the things you can do with writing tools? Look up words on Wikipedia. Get a translation. And . . . look up a word on thesaurus.com. All you do is highlight, select, and away you go: it plugs in the words and brings up your selections. Then you just go back to your story and type in what you’ve found.
Another hurdle overcome. I like it when a plan comes together . . .