By Friday, I’m exhausted and looking to vent a little steam. Pizza night, family fun time, a glass of Chianti, and I am ready for bed. I need a decent night’s rest because I have an action-packed weekend plan, and my Do Not Disturb sign is on standby, waiting for my cue. Thoughts, storylines, character motivations, and potential new cast members have bombarded my brain the entire week. They are devious, and they assault me when I have no easy method to record their brilliance.
I balance on a tightrope with some of these personalities. Some are content to wait their turn. Others demand I stop everything and jot down their words or, they threaten, they will walk off the project. I am afraid I have already lost some exquisite ideas to the great black void because I was too slow to take proper notes. I intend to beg for forgiveness, lean on the generosity of their good graces, and promise them a leading role in a spin-off series if they remind me of what I have forgotten. Besides, I’m a weak human whose body requires a few hours of sleep. I’ll let you know if the tactic works.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 434 (countable) words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer