It's funny how you can simply go through the motions of daily life, like it's some sort of dreary routine. Head bent low, you wake, work, eat, sleep, without so much as a flash or a glimmer of inspiration. Your only dull thought is to finish the task before you. Laundry to pickling eggs to knitting lace doilies and so on are tasks that, moment by moment, simply get you through the day. Your head is enshrouded in some sort of foggy gray cloud that resembles just the opposite of inspiration.
But then, when you least expect it, it strikes like lightning.
Inspiration.
This time, it struck from an entirely different kind of energy source. In one week, five different people asked, "So, whatever happened to that book you were writing...?" One woman declared that SHE actually started writing again. Because I had inspired her.
A lightbulb came on. The foggy gray cloud dissolves - but only metaphorically, as Washington's skies are rarely blue - and suddenly I can see. It's like having amnesia one moment, and then the next, remembering everything.
I'd forgotten about my book. I admit it.
Dust covers its poor pages... Or, rather, dust covers my poor laptop. With one simple question, my passion was rekindled. How many hours am I spending on Facebook? How many could I spend on my book instead? How many people could I be inspiring to go after their own dreams? I don't want to be a social network expert. I want to be a writer.
And you can only BE a writer if...you actually write.
My writing cohort, Alex, decided it is time to stop wasting time and settle in to get these books published. And I fully and completely agree.
The time is now. Let's go.
1 comments:
Indeed, indeed! Bravissima! C'est magnifique! Que maravilloso!
My writer friend, my running mate, here we go again. To hard work, to victory, to a race that will be well run!
HUZZAH!!!!!!!!
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