How does writing just vanish from my life at times? I’m not completely sure. I’d like to say it’s because of schoolwork, or my part-time job, or my relationship. But really, it’s because I haven’t kicked my own ass into gear. When I graduate in two months, will I all of a sudden devote all my free time to writing? No. Will I devote more of my time to it? I better, if I want to be a writer. Because writers write. They don’t stop for months and then just pick it up again with all their skills perfectly intact and rust-free. Why have I still not learned this lesson? In one of my English classes, we read a book titled “The War of Art”, and it was all about resistance. Resistance is that life force that keeps you from doing everything you want to do; it keeps you from going on that trip to a new city, or from going out with friends to a place you’ve never been before. Being in a new city tonight (or at least one I haven’t been in for more than ten years) reminds me of resistance. I got here (Chicago) and was grumpy. I complained and I sulked. And right now I’m sitting here writing this post, and wondering why I haven’t accomplished all the things I want to yet. I dread to whisper the word laziness, for fear it would be true. I like to consider myself a hard worker who pushes herself all the time. But what else can it be? I am not making time for writing, and so nothing is happening in that arena of my life, which is supposedly so important to me. As the Rolling Stones eloquently put in a song, “Time waits for no one.” So it’s time to get back on to the proverbial wagon, off of which I have fallen once again. I’ll let you know how it goes. Over and out.
I admit, I’ve been lazy about writing this week. It’s normal for us all to get busy, to get overwhelmed, and then to look back at our time and realize we didn’t do anything we desperately wanted to do. Sometimes that is the nature of the beast. However, the important thing to remember is to jump back on track and make up for lost time. This is actually the most important thing I can say about writing; never stop. You aren’t a writer if you stop writing. No matter how ideal or nice it would be, it’s not going to happen. If I sound harsh, it’s only because I’ve been on the receiving end hearing those harsh words, and hearing them from professors and mentors who truly want to get me where I want to go. And where is that? The Lovely Land of Published Writers. That is where I want to go.
I shall refer to the great Dr. Seuss for my closing remarks:
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.”
Choose writing. Choose what you want. Don’t wait for it. Work for it.