writing notes
I made a post a few months ago #1251969 where I mentioned I was beginning work on a book. I confess, progress has been slooooowww on this idea. But I really want to bring it into the world.
I guess what happens is I forget to think about it from day to day. I try to build writing habits but then something comes up that needs my focus, or I get interested in other projects. I get weary of being the boss of me. Basically, I’m soft. Writing a book is hard. And it doesn’t matter to anyone but me if it exists. In a real sense, it is superfluous to my life that I should write a book. But in my soul, it is the reason I am alive to write a book.
So, you see, I’m in a soft war with myself.
But today, it happened.
I took the idea of my book on a coffee date. I sat with it, asked it questions, made notes of its answers. I know the materials of its world. I have the images. I sketched a couple of its central characters.
Progress was made. I’m so encouraged that when I gave my attention to the idea today, the creating spark was there. I filled pages quickly. My pencil flew. Even if I never have a book to show for it, this is the creating that enriches me.
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