I went running today. I wrote for two or three hours. I started an application for a job at BYU, contacted my previous investment broker, filed a request for my transcripts from Seton Hall. I looked for jobs. I made a hair appointment. I listened to some of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader while I was out running.
And that's a typical day, I suppose. You know...nothing going on in particular. And I guess that is why some days it's hard to find much to say. I mean, who really cares about the minutiae of my day to day life or anyone else's?
Maybe I used up ALL my creative juices working on my novel, and so now I am tired and I do not want to write about anything. I just want to finish my crossword, and eat some popcorn. So it's days like this when I wonder why I'm doing this, and if it is something I want to dedicate my time to day after day. But then I think of habits, and I believe that I have to. I made the commitment to it, and so I am going to keep writing every day. Maybe next February, when I've proven myself to myself...terrible grammatically, I know...then and only then I can consider giving it a rest.
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