letting it out. letting it flow. i will not use the shift button. Dammit.
20 minutes of straight writing is daunting to say the least. Not letting my mind ponder the next thought. I’m a thinker, that’s for sure. I’ll probably break in a minute.
Writing is my peaceful fury. I can’t seem to breathe without it and I wish i had succumbed to the waters years ago when it was ok to “squander” some time in search of my own person.
I don’t think of it as wasteful but the pressures of life – I’m not a great adult – make me feel like I am constantly degrading my ways.
How do I stop that? How can I justify spending my time writing – or thinking about what I want to write – instead of thinking about work and strategizing ..or …cleaning.
Parish the thought that I would ever fall back into my procrastinatic way of cleaning to avoid what i am about.
It could happen though.
I wish I didn’t have to worry about work or life. I wish I could get up every morning and force out that book. Then I could see me cleaning to procrastinate over a writer’s block, a character’s inconsistency’s, a plot going nowhere.
I want that life.
I need to make it happen. I want to support myself and my current life with my writing. I can do press releases and I can do speeches. I want my fantasies realized.
Right now I’d like to be anywhere even close to being the communicator I’m born to be. I wish there was a place for communicating in my company I work for. Oh, you can communicate..but it should be what the boss likes. Private enterprises prevail!
I hate being stifled. I hate waking up to a life I’d be somewhat happy with if only for a few tweaks.
Don’t hide information! Sing it loud and strong! Control your message so other people don’t mess it up.
that’s 10 minutes.
Inspired by this