Today was writing group. I didn’t want to go but this is nothing new. I have learned to go ahead and shower, get dressed, and show up anyway. Things change when you show up. Today was no different. I didn’t want to go but I walked the dog, watered the plants, took a shower, got dressed, and showed up in spite of myself.
Once again, I’m glad I showed up. We did three writing exercises and I was telling myself all along that I wouldn’t be able to write anything let alone anything worth while. I’ve been out of the writing mode lately when it comes to my two main projects; my novel and a creative non-fiction piece I need to get done before September 2nd.
But I showed up and participated in the three writing exercises. I got some stuff written anyway. It may not be anything I want to use in a later project but I consider it character development; for me and my fictional characters.
So it was a good day.
That’s what we do, right? We show up anyway? And write? Even if you aren’t a writer, don’t you show up to life and participate? And doesn’t it normally come off better than you had ever anticipated?
Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love thinks so too, she shows up and does her part.