This post is my contribution to Alex Cavanaugh’s “Insecure Writers Support Group.” For More information and to find other bloggers who are participating, clickhere.
That number represents the word count on my current project as of 9:00 yesterday morning. Last week sometime, I forced myself to sit down and log 1000 words. Other than that, it remained in an untouched folder on my flash drive for close to a month. During that time I wrote blog posts here, and for a regional magazine, and completed bi-monthly public relations articles for the local newspaper I’m being paid to write. So I can’t cop to “writer’s block.” But when it was time to sit down and move forward with the story I’ve been working on since this winter, I veered away from the computer.
This year spring arrived, then summer, delivering a basketful of emotional produce related to endings and beginnings associated with our eighteen year-old only child. I felt the need to work my way through all that fruit, to juggle a few oranges and to chew on the ripe plums at the bottom of the pile before I could focus on my story again. So I gave myself a "pass." With the arrival of Labor Day, the summer milestones were all crossed off.
Time to get back to the thing, right?
Yet, here I am, writing this post on writing insecurities, instead of, well, writing.
So many times writers are asked: “How do you make the time to write?” I have a theory and it is pretty simple. There is always time to write, we simply have to make a choice to find it. Over the last few months, I’ve chosen not to. Now I’m worried. The distractions are over, and if I mean it, it’s time to call my own bluff.
PS…There’s hope. Word count as of 3:00 p.m. Tuesday: 30,057.