Here’s my newest attempt to jump-start the Writing Thing. I’m going to try to write a blog every day. Not a long blog; nothing complex. But something that puts words onto the virtual page. I might even start a new paper journal. The last reboot failed because the pages are too narrow.
Blog 1:
The house is a mess. I had three days off in a row and I lounged instead of cleaning. Do I feel bad? A little. But I can forgive myself. What I am struggling with forgiveness-wise is that I’ve taken no action on a short story I started several years ago. Over the past two weeks I’ve half-asleep plotted the ending, but I haven’t written a word. I haven’t even located the Word file.
For Valentine’s Day, I would like a heart-shaped cattle prod that compels the proddee to write. Maybe I should call it a Writer Prod instead of a cattle prod. Or maybe a Lazy-Ass Should-Be Writer Prod.
Because that’s probably an unrealistic request, I am reaching out to friends who are writers and artists to kick me in the butt. I am also going to read Patti Smith’s book, Just Kids, which was delivered on Saturday. I just have to find some way to see the type. Reading glasses are well overdue.
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Well, that was a boring blog. Better luck tomorrow.
– Mary