Not dead, maybe almost at best. The longer you don’t hit the keys the harder it is to do. I am finishing many things that derailed my writing. It appears to me if you ever want to quit writing it is very easy. I worry about not writing at time better spent sleeping, then wake late and miss writing. Is that irony? How can one wonder so much about something put off. It is hard writing I mean. The best sounding story clouds if not written. I am great at making clouds fluffy white and just perfect ones. I feel on a verge though like when I learned how to fix something new. The understanding of the thing enabling me to correct the problem. The hardest part is to establish the rhythm of writing daily. On the bright side, I have written 2500 words in the last week. It is by no means a miracle, but further down the road to there.
I sat down and started writing that’s how its done right. I banged out the lines and thought I was packing in tons of good writing. It wasn’t and the smell is as bad now as it was then, but in review. I can see the truth of it. SK says do not come to the page lightly, but be forewarned however you come to the page the thing that rules you will be there. If you are weak then weakness will speak. If you are angry, then rage will rule. If you hurt, then pain will emanate, but if you love your subject I am listening.
“To sit down and write” or write at all is like all other things a habit to be formed and therefore can be broken. I am not focusing on my grammar. I just want some words up on the page a literay basket worth two points to get me on the boards.
I am going to start outlining a short story in a minute called “The Goodwill.” The setting is the local GW with all the characters that roll through and things being dropped off and purchased it seems ripe with potential. I think I will post up some of the characters as they define themselves.
Do you have any good ideas for some good folk that help at the Good Will?
The hardest part is the best part. Life is lived by the day treasured or not and pleasured or not. I might miss 2012 , but then my aim has never been exceptional. The future is wide open says the great Petty and I believe him.
I have written little for around eight months, but my reading has stayed consistent. My urge to work is waxing and there are several stories I would like to tell. I am going to revamp the page in the next week or two by adding some pages for the stories to keep this one for thoughts on writing. I hope you come by and read.
No one is immune to the villian. It’s power is consuming, taxing, wretched. To battle it is not good, nor bad only instinctual. It cannot be defeated only denied or faced. It can be faced directly or carried with you until later. The best is to face it and move on, but I am not ready and will do it later.
I live in a perpetual state of just behind caught up. I feel like I am catching a rocket by the tail
I wonder how a dam day can get so full and I can get nothing out of it.