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February 8, 2010
10:56 PM EST

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What I Learned About Writing 2010: Taking Breaks

Saturday, February 6, 2010 3:00 PM EST

PensWhen it comes to taking breaks, I am the absolute worst. I continue grinding away until I can no longer look at the screen. I turn off the computer. I hide all my books. And I don't even think about writing for another day or two.

So how do you balance this? That is the age-old question. I can only say that I am getting better at this, but only marginally so. I believe the answer lies in setting clear and obtainable goals. Your mind needs a beginning and an end, just like a book. From what I've found, if my mind doesn't see an end in sight, my productivity wanes. I work longer hours and get less done. And somewhere along the line, there's a total brain freeze.

Another factor is progress. If you perceive that you are making headway and can see the end, you'll want to work longer and harder. Again, this ties into setting realistic goals. Can you really complete this task in a day or two? If not, break it up, and then give yourself one as well.

There are several different types of breaks and each has its own advantages. Short breaks typically last between 5-10 minutes and are certainly no longer than 30. We primarily think of these as bathroom and snack breaks, but they could also be used effectively during long writing sessions. Try writing for an hour, and then lay down for ten minutes. Completely relax your body and mind. Once those 10 minutes are up, write for another hour. This is basically a power nap, but it can work wonders for your energy level (just don't accidentally fall asleep and wake up the next morning). If you feel sleep is a bad idea, try taking a light jog.

When taking a medium-sized break of one to two hours, be careful not to stop writing altogether. It's easy to get caught up in the day and throw your manuscript by the wayside.

But you can avoid this.

Give yourself an ultimatum. Tell yourself that you can only be away for a certain period of time--let's say a maximum of three hours. Then it's back to work! Georges Simenon, one of the most prolific authors in history, imposed an internal deadline of 48 hours. If he was away from his work any longer, he discarded everything he had written. At times he'd throw away the better part of a novel. Certainly I'm not advocating this approach.

It is also helpful to alternate activities. Schedule a two-hour block of time to write, followed by an hour of research, 30 minutes of organization, and then write again for another two hours. At the end of your day, reward yourself with a movie. Or chocolate ;)

We take long breaks when we sleep and even longer ones when we fall into a coma. Such can be the effect on your writing too. It's hard to muster the same enthusiasm when the idea is no longer fresh. That's why it's better to keep producing for a designated period of time so that your work can harnesses all of the initial excitement. Leave long breaks for work, sleep and family, but nothing else. When you're in the middle of a project, honor your commitment. See it through and then reward yourself with a little vacation afterward.

I know what you're about to say--this is only a generalized view of how to manage one's time. But let's keep things simple, really simple. Everything discussed above can be boiled down to this--take a break when you need to, not when you can. Get in the mindset of starting and finishing tasks and reward yourself afterward.

Certainly things come up. Life happens. Do you have a strategy when it does? Conversely, you cannot be expected to write 16 hours every single day. You'll go insane. Find the proper balance and you will unleash your true potential.

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Random Thoughts: Penny Dreadfuls Sweeney Todd

Saturday, February 6, 2010 12:00 PM EST

Just got done playing Penny Dreadfuls Sweeney Todd last night and overall I am impressed. At first I didn't think I'd like it--I wasn't a big fan of the film and found the name and subject matter odd. Surprisingly it's a quality title and not tied to the movie in any way (though I did have to turn down the volume).

Many will find the game too short, but I thought it was perfect. My wife and I completed it in just under 4 hours, spreading it over two evenings. That's about all the time I'm willing to invest in a game. More than likely, once you beat the game you won't feel the need to play it again. But compared to other forms of media, specifically movies, the $6.99 price of admission is a bargain. Even better, when my nephews visit, they will have something to play (I just won't tell them what's in the meat pies).

FYI, Big Fish Games also provides a monthly punch card to its game club members. Buy any six games (including the $2.99 specials) and get one free. Check them out.

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Chaos Feed - Chapter 8: Ignition

Thursday, February 4, 2010 11:00 AM EST

Forest Light, Photo by H.G.

We're about a hundred yards from the blast when reinforcements arrive. There are a dozen soldiers in all but they're not Hangman's men. You'll never find that many in one place. They are Las Manos Rojas, the bloodied hands. Here, in the blender with us.
No doubt they haven't spotted their fallen comrades or there would be many more. Ten-fold. They mull over the pieces, trying to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. And it doesn't take long until they discover the Americans are here.
Mucho gusto.
I hand Regina the binoculars. I only have one bomb left and hell if I'm using it on these assholes. Besides, I might need it for Hangman.
Inevitably he will respond, that much is certain. Hangman never lets a sin go unpunished. He is a methodical planner, always thinking several steps ahead. Every action has a countermeasure and there is always a surprise. It's his calling card, his religion. And if we duck out of here too quickly, we'll stumble across it.
"Let's get out of here," I whisper.
As we back out of the underbrush, something shot high above the canopy. A silver shell. Twisting. Turning. Igniting.
"Run," I scream.
The soldiers spot us, guns blazing. Dancing through a hail of bullets, we move too quickly. Make too many mistakes. And dive behind a large rock as an umbrella of light unfolds overhead. I hold her close as the jungle disintegrates around us.
And all is quiet.

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Odd Anecdotes: Vampires

Wednesday, February 3, 2010 11:15 PM EST

Vampire CatAuthor's Note: The following anecdote isn't meant to offend members of the female gender; rather, it's a reminder to us males that there are pros and cons with every situation.

Drip, drip, drip. Blood dripped down the bandage on his neck.
"Gee, I didn't realize your wife was a vampire," said the unconcerned unmarried single man.
"Yes, she's literally sucking me dry these days," replied the overworked unappreciated penniless husband, applying a fresh bandage.
"Well good luck with that one."
"Wait a minute, who is he?" the husband pointed to a man staring at them through the window.
"Oh him? He's a vampire too," said the single man. "From the IRS, actually. That's what I get for not being married."
"Are you sure you're any better off?"
The unmarried man shrugged.

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Chaos Feed - Chapter 7: Shadow

Wednesday, February 3, 2010 4:45 PM EST

Shadow in the Jungle by Photos8.com

The rest of way is far too quiet and that bothers me. Finally I've had enough. Enough of the small talk. "Where's the access point?"
Regina turns and glares. "I don't know. It should be here." She fumbles through the brush and then points to a large rock. But there are dozens of large rocks protruding from the jungle floor. In her haste to ditch her captor, she must have gotten turned around. She's lost, confused.
"You aren't any use to me unless you can lead me to an entryway."
"So what happened to the rescue mission?" Her eyes lock with mine. Those familiar daggers.
I ease the rifle from my shoulder. "It won't matter unless I can convince my people to keep you alive." But that's only half true. Even if she has information she's expendable, no question. The only way she's getting out of here alive is if she proves herself in combat. And joins us.
The longer we stand there the longer I pick up on a peculiar energy. I peer at the winding bush and emerald trees, trying not to move my head. Something in my subconscious gnaws at me. Then I hear him nearby. Pressing closer.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" she looks at the rifle, then at me.
"This." I strike her with the butt of the gun, knocking her to the ground. I play my part and pounce on top. I'm rough, perverse.
"No," she cries.
As we struggle, the rifle falls to the ground next to us. "Just play along," I whisper. "Quick, kick me in the stomach."
"I've got a better idea." Arcing her leg back she wallops me in the nose with her heel. She scoops up the gun and hightails it into the jungle.
For a moment, I have to admit, I'm stunned. Quietly I thank her for the brief Jiu-Jitsu lesson and deposit my egg. I rush after Regina and tackle her to the ground as the charge detonates.
It's snap, crackle, and pop. A low grade fireworks display. But it smells much worse and leaves one hell of a mess. Hopefully it didn't make too much noise.
I put my finger to my lips and slowly rise. Retrace my steps. Wait a moment. Continue on. Then wait again. A severed forearm litters the path. I immediately recognize the tattoos. It's unmistakable.
Hangman.
As I survey the carnage, Regina rejoins me. She points the gun, breathing heavily.
"Here, you might need this." I hand over the rifle cartridge. Details.

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