The End is Nigh!!
It’s almost the end of November and I’m no where near finished any of my goals.
For NaNoWriMo, I’m typing words madly, hoping to hit the goal.
ARGH!!!! There isn’t enough time!
(a classic for a reason)
I’ll make it by the skin of my teeth. I just have to keep reminding myself that I’ll be rewriting the entire thing as I edit the project.
I have a short story and a novella in the works. Both have a lot of promise if I can just finish them.
What are things that are interfering in my writing? Let me count the ways:
- tech support to a septuagenarian
- my need to have a steady paycheck
- my sinuses and other assorted issues
- pesky ideas that come in the middle of a writing session (those I capture and put in a file for the future)
- distracting myself with pep talks from the NaNoWriMo site
Next time, I promise to bring a nice wedge of cheese for the whine.
Here’s the truth – my success or failure is based on my ability to manage my time.
The blank page is yours. Cast aside worries over art and criticism. Imagine a land without rules. Imagine that nobody has ever told you that you cannot or should not do this thing. Those people were wrong. Forget those voices. Because, for real?
It’s an empty field and you’ve got the keys to a freaking Ferrari.
It’s a white tablecloth and you’ve got ketchup, mustard, and relish.
It’s a blank page and you’ve got all the letters and words you need.
Rev the engine and take the ride. Paint with all the colors the condiments at your table allow. Create whatever robot-human monstrosities your mind cares to conjure. Crack open your chest and plop your heart onto the page.
Right now: just write. Donuts in an empty field.
Leave your mark.
I find myself holding my breath as I wait for inspiration to smack me with her wand, forgetting that she is a demanding muse and wants me to show my worthiness by my writing habits. The more I write, the kinder she is to me.
So, I’m going to take my ‘freaking Ferrari’ and take off for the edge of my imagination and beyond.