Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Practice makes perfect. I used to believe that. I practiced my heart out and became a less than mediocre pianist. Not only have I practiced piano until bloody, but I have also written novels until I am crazy. I admit I am not a natural talent in either art. I do have talents, but I can’t do those things anymore for various reasons. The passions are there.
That said, maybe I have been too hard on myself. There is still hope, and I need to lower my expectations for a while. Aiming for perfection during a pandemic seems a lot more stress than I need to put out there. So if I want to hit 50K, I am going to extend my goal through next month. I will write every day as much as I can. But I can’t handle the stress. Writing Pandamapocalyps helps express and explore thoughts on the virus and letting my imagination play with it. But I need to keep it fun as a stress reliever. That way, I can play with the Pandas.
By the way, my word count is at 27,047. I’ve had the laptop in my lap all day. I barely made over a thousand words more. But as I left yWriter, I was having fun in the story, so I can’t quit. I just want a little less stress. I miss knitting! I need more of that in my life.
So that is my #A2Z version of the #SoCS and CampNaNo report.
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Yay! I’m glad you are going to play and de-stress this. It should be about the joy, even if it is about a pandamapoclypse. ❤
It wasn’t stressy until I saw the wordage wasn’t meeting most of the time. From now on I need to do a bit of an outline and have the characters developed so that I don’t have to lose writing time. Most of the story is fun to think about, for me. What if everything is sentient in its own fashion even viruses? What if they are tired of being killed willy-nilly. My Haven people showed up at nearly the beginning so if I get lonely Dusty is there to help me along. I like it when all I have to do is move my fingers. Hope you are finding anti-stressors. <3<3<3
The way I see it, practice doesn’t make perfect, but practice makes you better. Good enough for me.
That is a hard lesson for those of us raise to perfection. But it is the right way to look at things. Still, good enough for me means I can enjoy listening and singing with my playing. The rust and dust are too thick right now. So I need to ‘play around’ rather than call it practice. I keep telling myself to limit to 20 minutes so it doesn’t become work. We’ll see if that takes in my head. Hope you and your wife are finding fun, non-stressful ways to get through all this. ❤