Today, I had to clean up my study from an art project, so that I could write. I need two studies.
One for art projects, which are generally messy, and one for writing, which can be emotionally messy, but generally not messy messy.
I have not joined the writing marathons that have enjoyed popularity this month: the thousand words a day (4 pages) nor the weekend marathon. But I have decided to spend a few weeks writing every day for a couple of hours including weekends. I don't like to make page goals. It makes me anxious. It is good enough to sit at a clean desk every day doing something, anything, with a novel.
Today, I made notes on where I was going and started going there. I read what I had written aloud to Tom and it was like God said when he created the world: it was good. I am feeling more hopeful about writing, a feeling I haven't had in two and a half years. I felt so hopeful today, in fact, that I set a goal for finishing it. I never do that unless I'm sure I can make it. I don't like to set myself up for failure.
I hate failure.
Sometimes I'm not all that great with success either. So there you go.
8 comments:
Sitting at a clean desk? Wow. I've only done that, like, once in my life. I would love to read your upcoming novel!
Your post made me smile. Failure/Success--they both have their own inherent "stuff" to deal with, right? Sometimes failure is easier and success takes bravery. I'm trying to work on that.
I love it. I love those writing days that can turn it all around for us. I love you.
I like this a lot. I think one of your gifts is that when you write, the words reach out and a speak as though directly to me. I'm betting I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Yay for hopeful.
I love every single thing you write, Louise.
This one will be your best yet!
I adore you.
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