Oh this is dreadful. I was so determined NOT to have a Wuss-out Wednesday. I brought all my notes and fliers from the weekend’s adventures to work with me. When it was break time I opened my notebook and started writing!
Well, first I couldn’t settle on a lead. That shouldn’t matter, I told myself. Just write something, anything. You can always edit later. I wrote a sentence. Crossed it out. Wrote another sentence. Crossed it out. Consulted my notes. Realized I had left at least one flier at home. Sat with my pen poised over the notebook till the buzzer rang and I had to go back to work.
During a ten minute break, by the way, I had worked on, I think, three potential blog posts and one article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. If anyone is gearing up to lecture me on focus, just give it a rest. I gotta be me.
Back at work, I pondered my dilemma. I picked one topic I thought I could get written. I considered the different things I could write about it. I went to lunch, opened my notebook, picked up my pen, and started writing.
I got almost a whole page done. Aaahh. I didn’t hate it. I barely crossed anything out. I was following my notes and adding insights and observations. I could so write! This was going to be just fine, a perfectly acceptable blog post.
And then the whole thing just kind of petered out. I was maybe a quarter of the way through my notes. I reminded myself that I did not have to use ALL my notes. But how many notes should I use? Had I used the notes I’d used so far to best advantage? Was this really anything anybody would want to read?
I know, this is inner critic carping that one must tune out while in the throes of composition. The problem is, the bitch had a point. What I had written may indeed have been perfectly acceptable, but I could do better. It was almost the end of lunch time anyways. I could fix everything later.
Who knew I would be so tired after work? Oh, I know YOU probably did (you know who you are). For heaven’s sake, three ten-hour days, two rehearsals, not a lot of sleep, swelteringly hot, humid weather. AND NO, I AM NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT THE HEAT, I AM MERELY POINTING OUT THE FACT THAT IT MAKES ME TIRED!!! Jeezum.
On the brighter side, some readers enjoy posts about the writing process. I myself often enjoy reading what other bloggers have to say on the subject. On the even brighter side, I still have the stuff I wrote today. I can look it over and edit, add, polish etc, tomorrow. And I don’t have rehearsal tonight. I can go to bed early.
I hope you are all having a stellar mid-week.
