You know those days when you think about writing, and you read a few blog post on writing, and you read a book that tells you some writing exercises to do, just to get your juices running toward all that writing? But alas, the actual writing is slow? Or nonexistent?
Oh. Too bad for you. I’ve never had a day like that.
I jest.
Sometimes I LIVE there. Except not now. Right now, as soon as I’m done with my blog-warm-up writing, I’m off to do a little more Real People Writing. But I have learned this about me (again – why do I keep learning the same things about me? Shouldn’t I know me better by now?) — that I do my best writing when it’s First Thing. But now that I live in the First Year of the Rest of My Life (when all the Kids are in school all day) I don’t get up at the crack of before dawn to write in a hurry when it’s all quiet. I sleep when it’s all quiet and wait until near 5:45 to get out of the bed. Then I do all manner of parenting until my darlings go away. Then I write.
(Or else I pay bills. Or have a meeting. Or grade papers for my dad. Or clean something. Or obsessively check email to see who wants to be my new best friend and to love at least 15% of all my words. Or get a little lost in blog land. Or read something that reminds me why I write, and why I wish I wrote more, and then I have guilt and then I eat something or take a nap. Then the Kids come home.)
So it’s time to write. And I’m going to. Write.
Right now.
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After I tell you this: Spring is coming early. Does that make anyone else laugh with joy? Or do you find it sad that I put my faith in a large rat who predicts the weather? Well, to justify myself (like you need another example of THAT) I will have you know that I don’t actually trust the rodent weatherman, unless he tells me that spring is coming.
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(bye)
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Bring on the Weather predicting rats, I say. The more the merrier.
Yes! Yes! Huzzah! I’ve already blogged about the rat upon which my entire future is now hinged. And now I’ve read your blog. And now I shall go and do some real people writing. Or take a nap, because Ground Hog Day in kindergarten is exhausting.
Ned Ryerson?
Now don’t you go sayin’ you don’t remember me, because I sure as heckfire remember you!
Off to Gobblers Nob!
I was in that place last week. Write, write, write. This week I’m in the other place, the one where I’m reading everything I wrote last week and thinking, “Where did I ever get the idea I could write???”
Need to find some place in the middle, no?
Enjoy!
Let’s hope the rat is right. It looks promising from this side of the country.
I’m doing the same thing with my writing. The morning is the best time (except I’ve always got something going on)!
I’m so excited for Spring! I did the happy dance yesterday when I found out about that awesome groundhog! Yay!
I have no idea when my best writing time is anymore. It used to be late, late at night but since I’m trying to be all “healthier” and stuff (yes, you can imagine the eye-roll there because I’m still a night person) I’ve been forcing myself to bed. So instead of writing, I just stare at the ceiling and wonder what’s on netflix instead.
I finished a first draft of my manuscript today. It was a glorious week if a head-down haze wherein I fed my children and changed their diapers but did not wash a single dish or put away a single toy or wash any laundry. I have no clean underwear.
But I have a completed rough draft!
It’s hard to have faith in a groundhog who was probably more than content to stay in his warm hole, only to be forced (ie. poked with a stick) out into the frigid cold in front of all those people. Had he been allowed to exercise his own free will, I doubt he would have stayed snuggly warm in his home and slept for another month at least.