I should really be in bed right now. I really want to be in bed right now. But, I didn’t post here yesterday and felt guilty about the prospect of again not posting here today.
“It’s only five minutes,” my writing angel tells me. “You have five minutes!”
Yes, writing angel, yes, I do have five minutes. But five minutes seems like such a long, long time when you think about five minutes and how you must do something in five minutes that you didn’t do yesterday in five minutes.
This blog is a test for me. It pushes me. It forces me out of my comfort zone. It’s like a run that I really, really don’t want to take. It’s like a run that I start off complaining about and thinking of all the things I would rather be doing instead.
But with a couple of sentences, I’m usually warmed up and in my “zone.” I go from there. I write from there. I say funny things and beautiful things and talk about this life from there.
And when it’s over I wonder why I ever complained.
“It’s only five minutes after all.” Only five minutes.
Is writing like that for you? How do you motivate yourself to write when you really, really don’t want to write?