I caught my self the other day, mid-sentence small talk, excused myself and stepped away like some obnoxious cell phone user. I dug into my bag for a pen and then for something to write on. My multi-tasking brain, that was feigning interest in a dull conversation, had just pumped out an amazing string of sentences that I had to instantly write down or forever forget. Forgive my pea brain.
My writer’s challenge is past the half way point of February’s goal. The numbers are thin; I am cursed by the compulsion to edit repeatedly. My last lengthy effort restructured the entire length of chapters, shorter, much shorter. I promise myself that I cannot be hung up in the count, except for the other night when all I could get through were two measly paragraphs. Reword-rehash-rewrite, and woe to my obsession or should I say, whoa?
My inspirational writer’s thought: Oh Gawd…I am writing on napkins again.
Have the best day everyday.
Linda
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Linda, I had to laugh as I read your blog. Such is indeed the life of a writer. When a thought strikes and there are no napkins or cash recepts to jot it on, I write on my hands. Yeah, it's that bad.
Rmemeber the "good-ol'-days when people bummed cigerettes from strangers? Well,now I bum pens.
When I worte SURVIVING CANCERLAND: The Psychic Aspects of Healing I had to search through my purse and in my dresser drawers for stashed notes. I was like a starving squirrel searching for buried nutsafter a long winter. Even a blind squirrel gets luck, fortunately so did I.
Thanks for sharing your insights.
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