Catching up with hopes and dreams..
So what happens if I just work and sleep? Then, I guess, I just work and sleep, and then catch up.
Catching up with hopes and dreams..
So what happens if I just work and sleep? Then, I guess, I just work and sleep, and then catch up.
Dreams are like this sometimes.
here and there
one more day, showing up to the page.
Not fair
Who would win in a fight, Karma or Dharma? In other words, is trying to do the right thing enough? Unfortunately, it has to be. Sometimes I do not get to write, but oh well, keep going.
Stay on target.
It is okay to just stare at the paper, right? asking for a friend.
A kind of beginning…
In the beginning no one knows it’s the beginning. It’s hard to know when to really begin the story, so just start somewhere and then write the prequel.
Or there is Tuesday ,,,,
Just keep going. It just occurred to me that part of the benefit of morning pages (from Julia Cameron’s book, “The Artist’s Way”), is the discipline of concentrating for 30 min at a time while writing the morning pages. Maybe that is obvious to everyone else, or maybe I am just really bad at keeping my head in the moment, but I kind of doubt it. Because if you like something enough, to want to be good at it, you have to willing to be disciplined about it, and to learn to be disciplined about it. You have to be willing to be bad at it. for probably more than 30 min unfortunately. so here I go. Trying to concentrate for 30 min without daydreaming, while writing (essentially daydreaming).
There is something about Monday. The lists, the hope, the ambition, the anticipation, and then everything is closed, or actually just a few things, and all that junk food left from the holidays, the wine bottle that you couldn’t open because the cork broke, and you are just tired for some reason. Everyone needs a break, and if you don’t take one, it will take you. That is basically it. So you write a list of 100 things, you do 3 and take a nap, and that is ok, or it isn’t, but that is what happened. So let it be written, let it be done. I like that. I want to give myself a break, for just making it, and still having hope for the new year. As a long as I am getting my morning pages and 2 pages of something, I feel like I getting somewhere, and that is how you do get somewhere. So this is where I start.
So…
What makes this time different?
It doesn’t have to be different. I just have to keep going.
and just like that, winter is here.
The rising tide 