Time
Mel's post about the year flying by made me think about how my writing time has been flying by. If I don't write everyday, I have nothing to show for that day.
Okay, that seems like a simple concept, but then if a week goes by and I haven't written anything, then I've lost a week of writing. Whoa, what's going on here? Then a week streches into two, then a it becomes a month. When was the last time I picked up my novel? How long ago? I don't even want to admit. Too long. Waaaay too long.
Darn, I have been procrastinating. Yup, procrastinating. Not doing sh~t. Not writing even the lowiest, pukiest garbage. Not even opening the word doc, or the printed pages to read what I do have written.
Pathetic.
So, Olivia, wha'cha gonna do 'bout it? Whine and complain to everyone, or get off your fat arse and do something?
What's that saying about hard work being ten percent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration? I think I've been waiting for the inspiration to take over again. But it's not. I have to use perspiration. Have to.
I have to do something that I haven't had to do since college, study. More accurately, apply the dedication of studying. I remember college and high school bringing home my book and doing math problems on the kitchen table. I would write my essay or book report in a notepad. Then, at the end of the chapter, I had to study for the test. I would write out notecards to memorize facts. I would reread my notes.
My daughter in college carries her science book and notebook wherever she goes. Every opportunity that she has with fifteen minutes of time, she whips out her book and is doing something. My husband and I just remark that she has become a more dedicated and mature student in college than she ever was in high school.
I need that discipline today for my writing. I need to emulate my daughter (and that's a hard thing for a mom to admit) and return to college myself. I need perspiration. I will make deadlines for myself. Maybe a promise to someone else for so many written words, or whatever.
Perspiration, hard work.
Just do it
Okay, that seems like a simple concept, but then if a week goes by and I haven't written anything, then I've lost a week of writing. Whoa, what's going on here? Then a week streches into two, then a it becomes a month. When was the last time I picked up my novel? How long ago? I don't even want to admit. Too long. Waaaay too long.
Darn, I have been procrastinating. Yup, procrastinating. Not doing sh~t. Not writing even the lowiest, pukiest garbage. Not even opening the word doc, or the printed pages to read what I do have written.
Pathetic.
So, Olivia, wha'cha gonna do 'bout it? Whine and complain to everyone, or get off your fat arse and do something?
What's that saying about hard work being ten percent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration? I think I've been waiting for the inspiration to take over again. But it's not. I have to use perspiration. Have to.
I have to do something that I haven't had to do since college, study. More accurately, apply the dedication of studying. I remember college and high school bringing home my book and doing math problems on the kitchen table. I would write my essay or book report in a notepad. Then, at the end of the chapter, I had to study for the test. I would write out notecards to memorize facts. I would reread my notes.
My daughter in college carries her science book and notebook wherever she goes. Every opportunity that she has with fifteen minutes of time, she whips out her book and is doing something. My husband and I just remark that she has become a more dedicated and mature student in college than she ever was in high school.
I need that discipline today for my writing. I need to emulate my daughter (and that's a hard thing for a mom to admit) and return to college myself. I need perspiration. I will make deadlines for myself. Maybe a promise to someone else for so many written words, or whatever.
Perspiration, hard work.
Just do it
posted by ~~Olivia | 8:45 PM
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