Moaning Yet Again

Again with the butt in the seat.
Again with deadlines.
Again with so much distraction.  I once believed that living in the forest would afford me the time and solace with which to write. 
I've come to the clear and honest revelation (as if I never knew... denial rocks) -- writing equals discipline.  Most people say "writing is a discipline."  And that would encompass the idea, but not bring the two notions close enough for my money.  The two words beg to be layered -- one upon another, like a sheet of yellow tissue paper and a sheet of blue tissue paper creating the color green.  Oh, and then slap a little Modge Podge on that puppy and you've got a... a... um... creation!  Whatever.
I have to write the next chapter in my book today.  Something exciting and dangerous and FUNNY must occur.   Writing comedy is so not funny.  Time and again it feels forced and contrived and "how the heck will anyone laugh?"  Mostly the critiques say "I laughed here at work" or "I've been laughing since I started reading."  But I find that so hard to believe.  For me, it's just not funny after I write it.  Suppose that's a normal reaction?  I mean, having dreamed it, considered it in so many angles, then brainstorming, drafting, and writing -- zaps the fun right out of the damned thing, eh?  Oh well.
If I am moaning here... I'm not writing.
Onward and upward.
But .... dear friends... comedy hints would HELP!

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Sunday Mornings

My Deadlines.  How do you feel about deadlines?  Necessary?  Unnecessary? 
The art of writing is the art of sticking the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair and ... WRITING! 
Do self-imposed deadlines work?
I have a very difficult time making myself work on a schedule.
Say, get into the seat by 9 and stay until noon.  That's a good start, but I discover diversions -- from this blog and the internet, to reading a book.  Having a lot of free time is a godsend AND a horrible cookie jar of temptation. 
Sometimes I think I'm improving; sometimes I regress.
I've embarked as "Challenge Czarina" for my online writing group.  This means that I create "Challenges" -- almost like small contests -- for the members.  Basically it's a deadline.  I've set the deadline as one week of writing, but the participants set the number of words.  To create fun and interest, I post a prompt: a line, scenario, or even a picture.  Writers choose and implement the challenge prompt. 
The summer challenges have helped me get back into four stories.  I'm excited.  Possibilities abound.
Now... I just have to get my butt into the seat.

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