It’s official. Today I’ve been making myself crazy so I stopped everything, all activities – guitar practice for Saturday night, preparations for the start of our Summer Institute, and the last minute details for my documentary film class.
Everything stopped and I sat down to breathe.
What’s wrong with this picture?
I didn’t begin the day writing! I didn’t fill in an entry on my Word Count Journal and I didn’t create a Slice. So I’m moving back in time to that start of the day before coffee, before a shower, before a “good morning” to Tuvia, when it’s just me and my computer. Well, I can’t go back all the way. I’m not in a movie.
It’s 3:00 and don’t want to start everything over, but I need to continue the rest of my firmer ground.
How thrilling to be dependent on the act of writing into the day!
I still pinch myself, wondering how I got here. Writing? Me? Not the first 40 years. And how long has it been that my daily ritual begins with writing?
Honestly, I think the key for me was moving to a real audience in this world of instant publishing. Just the possiblity of someone out there reading what I write keeps me writing and in the process, I’ve come to love it for myself. It helps me make sense of me in the world.
So I’m just about ready to move back into the world of my activites. My fingers are itching to get back to the guitar before I have to get ready for my film class.
But as I come to the end of this Slice I have that warm, peaceful feeling.
Ahhh, the life of a writer!