“What are your plans for today?” my boyfriend asks.
“My book.” I declare with certainty. “I plan to write the ending to my book today.” In my mind I’m thinking, I haven’t a clue how to start that last chapter.
We get up to start our day. I discover I can’t place an outside call because my land-line just died. There’s no dial tone. Okay, I’ll have to call the phone company about that. I call from my cell phone and it starts acting funny too. Twenty-five minutes later I have finally made an appointment for service from Comcast. Then I remember my car’s sun visor broke yesterday. It is dangling vertically down to the steering wheel. Okay, I need to scout around for replacement parts for that. Meanwhile, I remember my son’s birthday is fast approaching and I need to order his gift on-line. My computer is not cooperating. It awakens so slowly that I have time to do the dishes while I’m waiting. My cat isn’t helping. She is throwing up on my living room carpet. I stop to clean up the mess . . . and so my day goes.
It’s now 2:30 in the afternoon. What was it I said I was going to do today? Oh, yeah. My book.
I’ve discovered that writing is like any other creative project. When I’m on a roll with what I want to write, a bulldozer rumbling through my apartment couldn’t get my attention. However, when I’m not quite sure what to write, even the smallest distraction will easily derail me.
I think, Don’t know what to write, Paula?
I tell myself, No, but that’s OK. I’m too busy doing tedious, mundane, irritating or gross tasks to have time for any thing I deem important.
Let your spirit soar!
Paula
Smiling ,,,, Love Ya,, Johnny O
Paula, once you get those tedious, ugly chores done, you can write to your hearts’ content, because they won’t be at the back of your mind. If I have errands to run, bills to pay, or anything that I have to get done, I don’t even start or plan to sit and write. I do everything that is pressing, has deadlines, or whatever. Then when I sit to write, even if I haven’t vacuumed, which can wait, my mind is clear and the writing just flows. No pressure, no itchy little chore that must be done. Unfortunate, but yes, life is like that. Because writing is what makes us happy, so get the unpleasantness out of the way first, so we can smile and be happy.
Thanks, Cherune. God advice. 🙂
LOL, I meant to say GOOD advice, but GOD had other ideas. 🙂