I'm usually a big fan of charts and all those little tools that help you fake inspiration until the real inspiration comes along. What's that thing that gets said about Hollywood--"If you can fake sincerity, you've got it made"? It usually works for inspiration, too.
Today, though, the charts, lists, and inspiring words just plain failed me, or rather, I failed me.
First I looked at GetaLifePhD's post about making a template. Great! I've done that before, all color coded and everything. Make an appointment with your writing! Pay yourself (with writing) first!
But then I couldn't get Google Calendar to sync correctly with the iPhone and iPad. Appointments would show up on one or two but not all of them. Sometimes they'd show up twice. Of course I had to Google this and solve it, because solving tech problems is fun and is also a great way to avoid writing.
An hour and a half later I was much wiser in the ways of possible solutions but none of them actually, you know, worked.
Enough of the chart, I said. Bardiac suggests lists. Fine. I like lists. But wait: I have the wrong kind of notebook for keeping track of progress. I have a Moleskine here, but that is not the right kind. Moleskines are for writing, not for lists. I must look online for the right kind and read reviews of notebooks this instant. Many minutes later, I learn that the right kind is not online but at Staples.
Feeling uninspired, I decide on some writing inspiration, which Dame Eleanor has helpfully provided for her Maygust group: a link to http://dailyroutines.typepad.com. With that link, I discovered that reading about writing routines is a lot like eating pistachios: "Just one more," I would say, and then "Just one more."
And they all said "write in the morning," when by now it was afternoon, so I had failed again.
All this while the various unsynced alarms and warnings were going off in Google Calendar and iCal, reminding me of what I was supposed to be--but wasn't--doing.
Good advice by bloggers, poorly applied by me.
But the night is still young, or youngish, and where there's time, there's writing hope.