You’d think that I would have a lot of time to write, considering I have been “retired” since 2008. I spend most of my days indoors either in sweats (winter) or jammy pants (spring-fall). When summertime settles in, I am comfortable in whatever the spirit decrees.
Maybe that is what blocks my creative juices – I am just too damn comfortable. I should rise at 4 AM, work out for two hours, dress in too-tight, starchy jeans, then get to work writing the next personal tragedy to top the charts. Are you angst-ridden? Perhaps you can share some of it with me?
I have news for you, fellow writer. As this is the New Year, my resolution is to write more! If you are a writer yourself, you may be familiar yourself with this proclamation. But this time, for me as I cannot speak for you, this is real. I absolutely, positively will write more. And, I hope write better. I’ll just throw out the garbage, and through attrition will succeed in preserving more quality sentences. It’s simple if you follow the formula.
The problem is that I do not write mysteries, suspense thrillers, pot boilers, or bodice rippers. There is no easy-to-follow formula to follow for what I write. And there is probably no easy formula for you either. Your writing is creative and unique, as is mine – I pray. Formulaic romances or memoirs or mysteries is just not my thing. Never enjoyed reading them and I can’t imaging why I would enjoy writing them.
Which brings me back to wearing my comfortable sweats and enjoying every moment as it comes along as if it were my last. I suppose I am in good company with other celebrated writers who enjoyed every moment – does Oscar Wilde come to mind? Like him, I can overcome this hardship of comfort and excess to write enduring works. I will strap my belt too tight, sit in my straight-back chair, and plunk away on my IBM Selectric (well, it’s really a MacBook Air) for eight straight hours each day until my great American novel is complete.
Uh, good luck to you with that. I just don’t have time…