The Ho and I talked a lot about priorities today. What’s important to us, where we’re headed, what we want and how to get it. I find myself sitting here right now thinking about priorities because I yet again didn’t make my writing one of them. And I’m exhausted. Life is kinda kicking my ass right now, and not just because I have so much on my plate…but a lot of it IS that I have so much on my plate. I think I’m going to clear some of that here shortly…
…and starting tomorrow, writing is going to get back on the priority list. As I sit here tonight, eyes drooping and head nodding…I swear that I will sit down and write tomorrow morning. Swear it. Three pages will be done.
I’m also scheduling a second writing session later in the evening for another three pages because I’m feeling cocky, or overly optimistic…but I’ll even backtrack that fatalistic rhetoric and say that’s going to happen too. At least, I’ll cross that bridge after I’ve conquered the three pages.
Writing needs to find its way back into my life. It hasn’t been there the way I like it to be for quite a while now…in that I really, really love plugging away at three pages a day. New material. Always. That’s something I’m starting to understand about myself; that I need to be writing something new every day. Rewriting and editing doesn’t count. THAT needs to happen as well…but the fresh new pages also need to happen. They give me life. I feel like I’ve created something. The rewriting is also, obviously, crucial and something I really need to learn to love…but the writing of the new pages, pages that didn’t exist before I type them, scenes pulled from my brain, characters speaking words they’ve never spoken before….that is the stuff that makes me feel like a WRITER.
I need to do that every day.
So, I’m tired, and I’m stressed, and I’m kinda hanging in there right now…but the writing needs to come back. And so it shall. Tomorrow. Godamnit…tomorrow.
Good night.