“For god’s sake, don’t do it unless you have to…It’s not easy. It shouldn’t be easy, but it shouldn’t be impossible, and it’s damn near impossible.”
I don’t know about you, but the above quote by Frank Conroy expresses thoughts that run through my head all the time. Yesterday, I woke up ready to hit the keypad when I remembered I had a dentist appointment. Damn! And I was so pumped, so ready to put another chapter or two behind me. You might think, “So what! Go home and write.”
Well, I would have liked that, but then I remembered there were a number of errands to be run. It was lunch time when I started those, and by two o’clock I rushed home. Maybe now.
But it didn’t happen. I stopped at the frig. I was starving and feeling mighty weak. I bypassed the sandwich and ate a few crackers and cheese so I could get on with my calling–you know, that little voice in your head that says, “Write! Write, you idiot! Quit finding excuses!”
I rushed to the computer, checked my email, tweeter, facebook–read, respond, delete, delete, delete– and it was three o’clock. At that moment, my husband walked in from playing golf and asked if I would like to watch a movie with him. “Maybe later,” I said. “Got to write.”
At five o’clock I was still messing with my blog, and I hadn’t even opened the file on my third book, Voices in the Dark. “Geez, writing is impossible!” Now it’s supper time. And after supper. Well, nothing’s going to pry me from cuddling in front of the TV with my hubby. Maybe tomorrow.