Everything's quiet for a change, and the rain is actually taking the edge off the suffocating heat that takes over every summer and doesn't stop until November. I should be upstairs, fixing up my office that I've been piddling at for two months now. I'm hoping that once I get the walls painted and the bookshelves up and my files organized that I'll feel settled enough to start writing again. I have no clue why I procrastinate and find everything else that needs doing (including naps) instead of what I used to call my passion, my burning desire.
I still love writing, playing with words and rhythms, creating characters and plots and letting them show me the way. And truth is once I get going and find myself in "the zone" not much else compares to that inner feeling of accomplishment and fulfilment. Then why don't I do it more often? Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe my mind is too muddled with everyday things that would get neglected if I sat upstairs for three hours (I'm indespensible excuse); maybe I'm too tired to think (most overused excuse); or maybe I'm not sure I'm any good at it and therefore wasting my time (I'm not worthy excuse).
So I'm on a quest to find a way to squash those excuses, make my muse get off her lazy behind and stop taking the Justification Highway to nowhere. I've had this inner desire too long for it to be just another of my "kicks," so I need to stop whining about it and start doing something about it.
Advice is always welcome, or if you just want to give me a swift kick in the backside to get me going, that's ok too. Off to set up the bookcase and get those writing books out of the attic...anyone know a motiviating color to paint the office?
1 comment:
Green is always a good color for me.
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