The day I wrote my post about seeking public accountability in writing my book, I did really well that week. I did three days that week at 4 hours each. The next week, which was the week of Thanksgiving, I stunk. No days that week. This week didn’t start much better, but I did get in at least 4 hours today. I intend to force myself to repeat this for each of the next two days as well.
It’s nice having a writer daughter because she “gets” me when I lament about writing. I get SO excited when I am actually writing because I am taking what is swirling around in my mind, or that has been said in piecemeal ways over the past couple years, and is being put altogether in one place, taking the time to find all the right words and to be complete in my description or explanations. When I’m in the middle of writing, I don’t know why I’m not writing all the time.
BUT, the flip side is getting myself to sit down and begin. I know I need a block of time because writing is neither flippant nor a side job. Once I begin, it takes at least a half hour to rev myself up to the point of inspiration and immersion. That’s the painful part . . . switching my brain from the myriad of responsibilities I need to be doing or should be doing and putting them on a shelf . . . and letting my brain “go there”. Even coming out of the writing spree, there is a slowing down and edging out of the “zone”. It’s releasing the energy and inspiration to merge back into the reality of my everyday life that tends to smack up against me as a sense of dullness in comparison. And then I find myself not wanting to do anything, as if drained from the experience, and not wanting to figure out how to find my happy place again in my regular life.
And that’s the thing . . . I really LIKE my life, and engaging in the writing process warps my sense of that for a while. I don’t want to shift myself out of what is going on in the present moment of my own life, but once I do, it is such a thrill to give life and voice to my experiences and observations and knowledge, and then there is the shift back into what I love, but there is a temporary black hole between each of the experiences.
Wow, that was kinda cool to put a voice to it. Now, I have to go get my daughter to read this to see if she has a similar experience with her writing times. While I’m waiting for her, I think that’s why there is a difference between blog writing and e-mail writing. Blog writing has a similarity to my book writing. I have to immerse myself into the topic at hand and put everything else on a shelf. The difference between blog writing and book writing, however, is that a blog is meant to be a short representation of one of my ideas, whereas a book is, well, book length. And e-mail is more of a conversational writing for me. I don’t necessarily have to go into a zone to write an e-mail unless it has some length to it. Thus, why I avoid the lengthy e-mails for the most part these days unless I decide to “go there.”
Some writing thoughts . . .