And…go!
Years ago, a fellow writer (Lani Diane Rich) decided she would spend 20 minutes on her blog each day, just writing, warming up. It must have worked for her somehow because she blogs less…but has several books out now. I want to write more. Talk less about writing. So I want to warm up, talk to you, and spend more time at it all.
Thusly, I want to try every single day to spend 10 minutes writing here. No more, no less (except on special occasions). I want to just share, to just write…
This weekend, I spent a lot of time not doing much of anything. I felt cruddy, but it didn’t help that I also had a good book I was reading. That and I was hiding from my landlord, who wants me to clean his apartment every weekend, which at first sounded like a good idea, a nice way to make a little cash, but ultimately, I realized I really really really don’t want to clean someone’s house or apartment or humble abode (which is probably Spanish for one of the words I already used, but pretend it’s not so I can feel all Spanish-y smart).
Mostly, I thought a lot. Besides my often declarations of “this guy is just like me!” I tried to think about what kind of writing I really want to spend my time on, what I really want to move forward on. I know I am circling and grasping what I want, but I also know I have to get more focused as I go.
There are things I decided to let go of, and things I want to move forward with.
Also, photography: I really thought I wanted to just hobby it all out for a while, but I have this deep yearning to do more. And there’s the as of recent encouragement that is coming from all different directions. People I hardly know sometimes out of the blue just tell me how I should pursue this thing.
2010 is a few days away, and I am excited. I like finishing things, and I really like starting new things. I love the start of a new year, especially the kind that are even-numbered (not that I get why). I turn 35 in 2010, and I had a funny moment this weekend when I thought for just a few moments (too long, if you ask me) about how I would graduate from college before I was 35 because I am only…oh wait…then I realized how untrue that was. I’m 34 now. Man, time…it do sneak up on you and fly right by!
I think this is why we sometimes see elderly folks at the movie theater, watching horror flicks. It never fails to amuse us, but the truth is, it has to be because time snuck up on them and they haven’t realized they’re no longer 22. Because we realized we will probably be the elderly folks one day, watching horror flicks, while young whippersnappers sit in the back and wonder and smile.
Today, I’m watching more time slip as I take my daughter to get a grown-up haircut– And that’s time!
To be continued…
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