My plan today is to write 500 words. I know, to many of you
that sounds just ridiculous. I read all the time about authors who regularly
churn out 1000, 3000, even 5000 words a day. Journalists write long articles in
the blink of an eye!
If I were a journalist I would have to write for a paper
that liked to print three-day old news. I’m lucky if I actually sit down and
write anything at all. Case in point. Just as I was going to sit here at this
very computer I decided that I should just throw in a load of towels before I
start. As I grabbed the towels from the bathroom I decided that I should really
give the shower stall a good clean. No, it’s not an emergency. The health
department isn’t going to condemn my home any minute now. But cleaning the
mildew out of the shower door track just seemed so much simpler that figuring
out exactly what Daisy and Rose are going to do with their Friday night.
And now as I have plopped myself onto my computer chair, pulled
up a new Word document, am I writing about the Forrest ladies latest exploits?
I am not. I am blogging about not
writing about the Forrest ladies latest exploits.
It’s been a difficult year writing-wise. But I really want
to get back to it on a regular basis. I’ve been trying to figure out just where
I lost the impetus to write and how to retrieve it. I don’t think it’s actually
writer’s block, as much as it’s writer’s ennui. So when I realized this morning
that when I was writing my blog fairly frequently, I was also working on my
books at a steady pace. I decided that you will all have to put up with my
lunacy once again. I hope to keep this blog going. Please feel free to bug me if
I don’t.
But next week - A wonderful little treat. My beautiful granddaughter
Sophia will be my guest. I think you’ll enjoy her very first story. (356 words
for anyone who’s counting)
