“Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.”— John Steinbeck
“Voice is not just the result of a single sentence or paragraph or page. It’s not even the sum total of a whole story. It’s all your work laid out across the table like the bones and fossils of an unidentified carcass.”— Chuck Wendig
“The story must strike a nerve in me. My heart should start pounding when I hear the first line in my head. I start trembling at the risk.” — Susan Sontag
“Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers.”—Ray Bradbury
Yikes. How is it already the end of the week? My fingers are itching to do nothing more than sit and type away on my keyboard. They hear my muse calling, issuing her precise instructions, and they have long since learned to heed the siren’s demands. Damn responsibilities. They get in the way of everything worthwhile. I will cave, I know it. I can feel it in my bones. It reminds me of a quote.
“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” ― George Orwell.
I always remember my number one writing priority. My core habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 159 words.
I spent most of last week with a big push to finish the assignments for my class. I must admit it was fun focusing on nothing other than writing. But it also meant real-life responsibilities suffered, and this week, therefore, I spent my “extra” hours correcting my previous inattention. Yesterday was also a family member’s birthday, and I am happy to report, everyone had a good time. Now that things have returned to a dull roar, I am eager to return to a more balanced routine.
There is a small voice in my head urging me to reevaluate my idea of “balance.” The voice may be small, but it hides a lot of strength. I discovered a ten-ton weight resting on the writing side of the scales.
I always remember my number one writing priority. My core habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 0 words.
“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time–proof that humans can work magic.” ― Carl Sagan