Thursday, April 16, 2009
Summer time and the living is easy
Seems like this week is the week for motivation.
And what I mean to say is, I need some. I need some inspiration, too. If any one has a motivation/inspiration store out there, um… could you send me a coupon?
I heard something on a v-log just the other day that sort of sums up my thinking processes. The writer said: If you want to be a writer, sit your butt in that chair and write. Don’t talk about writing, don’t say to everyone who will listen, hey, I am a writer. Don’t say that just because you’re a blogger in fifteen different places that the blogging is your writing. It just isn’t. No, you have to sit that booty in that chair and write. A lot. Over and over. Rinse and repeat.
Even when my house is a mess? Yes, Virginia. Even when my desk is a mess? Yes, Virginia. Even when my kids and my husband are clamoring for bacon flavored pasta salad from a box? Yesssss Virginia!
You have to finish that book! Edit it ! Slap it in an envelope and stamp it! Zip, zap, zowee! Do it today.
Because if you haven’t looked at the calendar… you only have a few more weeks and the kids will be home for the summer. We all know what that means! It means no longer will there be quiet bologna sandwiches in front of the laptop as you ponder why character sheets don’t have holes punched in them. That shall not happen until fall.
NO more contemplating cleaning the glass on your ship in a bottle. NO more planning how you will do three loads of laundry before you will open the Word Doc. No MORE! Now the kids will be home. Their cups and saucers lying about the living room on the sofa table. Their clothes pulled off and dropped at the bottom of the stairs.
You will feel a scream rolling to the top of your lungs and yet… you swallow it down.
“If only” comes to mind. “If only I had finished that book”. “If only I had sent it off”. If only will not work when summer rolls around. The kids will be there. If only is buried beneath dental visits, soccer games, and shopping for the hottest colors in shorts and flip-flops.
Do you want to be faced with that???? No, you do not. So, get thee over to thy writing cave and get busy.
**Disclaimer** Kim Smith no longer has to greet freshly scrubbed faces as they appear at her hip begging for the gruel that only she can provide. She has none of the aforementioned excuses for not writing. If she ever figures out what HER problem is, she will probably write a book about it so you won’t have to fear facing her dilemma.***