I’m falling asleep…literally. So I need to write quickly and then go to bed. Why don’t I just go to bed and forego tonight’s writing? I’ll admit that’s tempting, but I’m always being tempted to not do my work. Every night as I’m coming home from work, I consider not writing that night. Sometime a voice says, “You’ve worked hard all day. Take a break. You deserve it.”
At other times it says, “You need to rest. You can write tomorrow.”
Sometimes the voice isn’t so nice. It says, “You’re wasting your time. Hardly anyone is reading this.”
Then it gets really nasty and says, “You’re such a loser. If you had any talent you would have made it by now.”
Every night I hear at least one of those arguments.
And I just set my face resolutely ahead and keep writing.
This is it. As I’ve said before, “There’s no Plan B.”
There’s my writing and my house on the beach. And that’s it. There’s nothing else. I only have one Muse and I’m committed to her. I’m committed to writing.
And that’s why I’m writing even though I’m falling asleep.
Fatigue, fear, frustration, lack of hope or notice or progress – none of it means anything. Tonight’s blog might be short, but at least I did it. I told my Muse and my readers and myself that this real. Even though I’m falling asleep I was able to Get Started and Keep Going…but now I’m going to bed.