I normally get my ideas for a blog post while I am showering in the morning. Then, by the time I make it to work and get settled in, my idea is gone. Not today though…..
Well, it nearly escaped me but somehow I managed to hang on to this thought long enough. So, you know I’m super excited about my topic for the 2011 Memphis Creative Nonfiction workshop, right? There is a lot I have to say on this particular topic that I can’t share with you at this point. So much so that I am starting to fear that I will ramble on and on and on. It is a topic that is recent, fresh, and the outcome of this particular topic is a positive one – so this is why I am super excited. My other topic was not so positive and one of my friends told me that I may look at it like nothing but failure after failure and not want to write it. He was right. This same friend suggested the new topic. At first I grumbled about it but the more I thought about it and processed it, the more excited I became. I promise to share the topic with you at a later date.
Anyway, wow, I got way off course there, rAmbLing…. sorry.
What I wanted to get to is that while I have this super fabulous topic to write about I am still finding myself lingering around, wavering, not so super excited to actually sit down and open up that word document to continue. What? Yeah. Weird. I mean the topic is good, so what is my problem?
I have started the project. The first time I sat down to type out that first page was also somewhat bothersome. However, once I started, then it was game on. That was a week ago, however, and I only have one page written. I have a lot to say and know what I want to write but getting my ass in the chair and fingers on the right keys to start, well, that is my dilemma. So I have a problem with starting. I mean literally starting. I’d rather check emails, read Ryan Seacrest’s Twitter updates, write a quick blog post, look at Facebook status updates, and blah blah blah. I have to FORCE myself to get off of that ride and get into my groove of writing. And once I do, man, it’s magical and soothing all at the same time. Imagine slipping into your favorite, most comfortable, sweat pants as soon as they come out of the dryer on a chilly day. Aaaaaah. Nice. But first I have to sort the laundry, trek up the stairs and start a load, wait for the washer to finish its last spin cycle, then I can transfer it over to the dryer and wait.
OK, that was probably a bad analogy but you’re smart, you get what I mean.
I would be curious to know what YOU do to make yourself sit down and write, paint, sculpt. Of course I know that some of you are drawn to it automatically and you HAVE to paint or sculpt so there is no hesitation with you, I’m sure.
WOW, I need to get off of here and start my project. Now where are my sweat pants?