Thirty five days in, and today is the first day where I thought to myself: Ugh. Crap. I have to blog now.
That’s not a bad track record, considering I am here doing it anyway and it was only a thought I had, a fleeting one at that. It’s not that I’m lazy or uninspired, it’s actually completely the opposite of that.
A few days ago, when I was watching Cast Away and then wrote for Trifextra, I got this idea for a new novel and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.
I know, I know. I should maybe try to edit and publish one of the novels I already have before diving into writing another one, but that is just the way with me, I suppose. When I get an idea and I want to run with it, the best thing to do is to just run with it, not to wait. Most times I start writing a novel I finish it, and most times I finish a novel I do it in a matter of weeks, not months or years like some writers I know of.
Like I said, I can’t get this story out of my head.
So, I’m writing.
I’m tired and I’m making myself another cup of coffee because I don’t have to get up early tomorrow and I can afford to sleep in. Better to keep writing when the words are coming than to put it off to another time.
I wish I had such drive and ambition when it came to other endeavors in my life, but I guess that goes to show you, I’m more serious about writing than most other things and life.
Maybe that isn’t such a bad thing.