I just wrote!
Nothing dramatic- but an idea I’ve had brewing for a few weeks. And for a few weeks, I’ve been thinking about it every day then finding a boatload of excuses not to start writing.
But this morning, as I was about 20 pages deep into the history of a blog that I follow, I realized that I was just killing time instead of working on my own stuff. It’s almost 10 am and the day’s schedule is starting to intrude. Everything indicated I was on track to have yet another day that I’d look back on and think, “Well, I didn’t write today. Maybe tomorrow.”
Ridiculous. I’ve been having those days for the last year. (It’s terrible- since July 2012 I’ve written only a handful of times. I haven’t even changed the widget that marked my “30 Days of Write” challenge from June 2012.)
[Administrative note- as soon as I publish this post, I’m going to update that widget with a new countdown. So unless all goes awry in the next 20 minutes, that countdown should be gone. I liked the public pressure to meet the goal, though, so I’ll replace it with something! :)]
The continued weight of all of these days of NOT WRITING was crushing me. Each day it seemed that, more and more, I needed to resume writing with something worth all of that downtime.
That is, of course, ridiculous.
After this hiatus, the single important objective was to resume writing. I’m hoping that putting 120 words into a story that I’ve been thinking about for a while will be enough to start the flow again. I miss writing. I felt better doing it. So why did I stop?
Who cares? It felt good to write today! Write on!