March has kicked off on a good note.
I was walking to my Wednesday night writer’s group, which is about 10 minutes away from the clinic where I work, and I realised I didn’t grab a notebook before I left. And my laptop was at home. Crap. I was already vacillating between going to group with a notebook and pen and crushing 2 hours old school (ie. spend 2 hours staring worriedly at a piece of paper), or going home and spending two hours crushing it in the privacy of my own apartment (ie. open lap top once, look at Gossip rags for 2 hours.), and having to spend money I didn’t have on a notebook I didn’t need for a group I didn’t particularly want to go to just made me want to go home even more.
Somehow I managed to talk myself into buying a $1 composition book (and a $20 paper sample book because I have no self control) from a newsagent and I continued on to the pub, triumphant in my decision to sit down with pen and paper and work out the nuts and bolts of my new story. And before I knew it, I was on a bus, headed home. We never said resolve was my strong suit.
At home, I was (as predicted) distracted by EVERYTHING. Stuff that needed put away. Rubbish to take out. Dinner. Netflix. I made some beans and toast and sat down with my new $1 notebook, full of nerves that I wouldn’t know what to write and that my distractions would win out.
And then something magical happened. I decided to write a list of elements I needed for my story, tools to make the story work. Once I made the list I started brain storming. Once I started writing down the brain storms, it POURED out of me. I filled pages with ideas. I nailed down the overall plot, fine tuned some ideas, worked out the nuts and bolts and put it all together. And it felt fucking INSPIRING. I worked for almost 3 hours without coming up for air. I was on fire.
On Saturday, I woke up early. It was raining. I had another writer’s group to attend that afternoon, one I hadn’t been to before. Once again, I was hemming and hawing about going. Oh but it’s raining and I have to walk. Oh but it’s Saturday. Oh but I can write at home – I did it on Wednesday! Finally, Joel convinced me to go. I decided to bring my laptop and my $1 POWER notebook, and see if I could make lightening strike twice.
I stressed on the walk up there, wondering if I would know what to write about. In fact, I spent 20 minutes at the new group flitting between half baked pieces stored in my documents, wondering what the hell I could write. After all, 98% of my issue with writing is staring at a blank document and stressing about where to start, what to say first, what to say at all. The other 2% is fear. But that’s a whole other blog. But then I started typing. And once I started, it was easy to keep going. I wrote some narratives and kept running notes in my NOTEBOOK OF POWER. I worked for two hours and once again, it felt INSPIRING!
And in the strangest turn of events, I woke up this morning with a desire to sit down at the desk and do it all again.
Feels good, man. Maybe all this productivity is leading up to something.