Ah, the writing life! It's pure joy when the stars align and all the world is the next scene and brilliant prose. And then there are weeks like this. I belong to a writer support group comprised of some members of my VC graduating class. Our commitment includes weekly check-ins: group e-mails in which we share: how many pages/chapters/sentences we wrote that week, what we are discovering, problems with our writing, pitfalls and successes. It's a way to stay honest, stay committed, stay motivated, and stay connected. Usually I wait until some of the others check-in before posting my report. This week, I decided to go first:
I'm sitting here with a glass of chardonay and a back of chips, wishing you were here with me. It's already Wednesday and guess what I've accomplished writing-wise this week? Nothing. I haven't pulled out Otter Song to continue revisions. I haven't done my morning pages. I haven't expanded on any of those great picture book ideas or created new ones--which means I have failed at my commitment to generating-picture book-ideas month. I haven't finished reading a book--or read more than 10 pages of anything. What is worse, at this very moment, I haven't a clue when I'll get back in the game. But I am thinking about finishing something--this bag of chips.
You have got to have had more forward motion than I have this week. I'm looking forward to reading about it.
Cheers (raised glass), Kelly
Oh, and since I haven't posted a blog entry for this week, I think I'm going to post this message--that will be 2 things I finish...3: wine, chips, and a blog posting.
Blog P.S. The chips are gone...