It scares me, though, when I think that, "oh holy shit, TODAY is the future . . . I AM (technically) a grown up," and I start hyperventilating because I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME! THERE'S NO TIME! THERE'S NEVER ANY TIME!
Then I stop. Close my eyes. Force myself to breathe. And once the threat of passing out has been neutralized, I tell myself to stop being such a lazy asshole and go freaking write already. I've been making myself write at 300 words a day for the past week or two, and wouldn't you know it? I now have 5000 words. OF A WHOLE STORY. And sure, most of these 5000 words are probably complete shit. But it's a start, shitty as it may be, and I suppose that's all I can do.
PS: In slightly related news, look at the shirt Heidi got for me! I am so set to save the world from zombie domination.
*now I am quoting Buffy the Vampire Slayer . . . wtf?
5 comments:
(1) fewer hijinks? it's like i don't even know you;
(2) james dickey didn't start writing until he was, like, forty-something, and i hear he's pretty famous; and
(3) i started reading gatsby last night and was all 'i'm never ever ever ever gonna come anywhere close to this good,' so i decided to stop writing. but this has no bearing on you because you're a way better writer than i am. i just wanted to share.
(1) what Kat said about hijinks.
(2) i am very proud! you are a great writer, and i want a signed copy of anything you write ever.
Damnit, I want that shirt. Make Heidi buy me one too.
Kat:
1) I know, what was I thinking?
2) Hee, DICKEY.
3) Pfft, PLEASE, you write circles around Fitzgerald.
H!A! thanks, friend. But 300 words is not so many.
Steph, I will pass that info along to Heidi.
Dude, it's 300 more than I'm writing every day. You should feel good about yourself.
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