Well, I have to cover for someone at work this week because they’re on vacation. Yeah, I know, that’s really a shock, and almost never happens, but here I am. Covering.
If I close my eyes and click my heels together and say “I love doing my job, I love doing my job…” over and over, will I get to do my job, you think?
I didn’t do any writing over the weekend either. I could almost feel myself hurting my inner writer’s voice’s feelings. I mean, I really wanted to write, but doggone. I didn’t do much of anything. Started another playthrough of my favorite video game for some reason. No idea why, really, but I did it.
And my poor computer languished, collecting dust in the corner, being unused. In fact, I even had ideas. And I can’t figure out why I did that. I just don’t know. It’s so strange because if you asked me if I wanted to be a professional writer, I’d scream yes in your face and get little globules of spit on you.
I want to. I just…don’t seem to do it. It’s so weird.
So, when my wife and first reader tells me I should think about learning things about how to become prolific, disciplined, and focused and writing, I’m going to start listening. Hard.
Anyway, I got nothing. Hope you fared better in your weekend.
See you again soon.