Sometimes it doesn’t work.
After yesterday’s blubbering about how I couldn’t write, I got a little stern with myself. I left my puzzle book home and when it was break time, I sat down, took out my notebook, and started to write.
I had been thinking about what I was going to write before I sat down. That usually helps. Very often after I have been going through a dry spell or putting off a particular writing project, I sit down and I write it. Just like that. I spend some time after that wondering what my problem had been in the first place. I make a mental note of the results, reminding myself that next time perhaps the operative thing to do is to, damn it, just sit down and write the thing!
Well, I’m rarely as prompt as I ought to be about any given chore, be it laundry or writing. Still, after several episodes of finally sitting down and writing something, I do try the Dammit-Just-Sit-Down-And-Write method a little sooner than I used to.
Aaand (you saw this coming) sometimes it doesn’t work. Maybe I don’t try it soon enough? Maybe I tried it too soon? Maybe I didn’t sit in the right place. Or work on the right project.
Full disclosure: I do have a mostly finished blog post about a cheesy movie we recently viewed. It is just too long for me to type in right now, and I would like to edit and perhaps add a few things. It was just too much trouble to do that tonight. I have a baby afghan I am finishing for a co-worker (don’t say anything; it’s a surprise). I need to sit and crochet.
So we’ll call this a Wuss-out Wednesday, hit publish and drive on. I hope you’re having a lovely middle of the week.