My goal when I started this I’m-going-to-write-every-day-for-the-month-of-March was simply to write every day. But, now I’m four days in, and ready to raise the bar. New goal: write every day before 10:00 p.m.
It’s 10:24 right now. We’re snowed in after a two hour early dismissal this afternoon. My county has issued a state of emergency – no wheels on the road unless absolutely necessary. I’ve already had my hot chocolate for the night, Nashville is on and Kim Gordon’s memoir is sitting beside me, begging to be read.
I can come up with a thousand and one blog post ideas in the shower, driving to the coffee shop and during a run. But then, 10:24 p.m. shows up and my head is all white space.
This weekend I splurged on a flowered covered notebook with blank pages because I can’t stand lined ones. My plan for it was to track all things writing – essay ideas, story starts, books I love, passages I want to remember, goals. It’s still all white space too.
But, I’m on day four here, and that’s further along than where I was a month ago.
I write for a living. I’ve been a columnist, blogger, journal keeper. I graduated with a degree in English and took graduate level creative writing classes. Yet, no matter how many words I string together, the only thing I know about writing is that there is no easy way into it for me.