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STATUS: Spinal Tapic. There’s talent there somewhere, but I’ll be damned if 11 sounds any different than 10.
I’m hankering for some writing time and I’m not sure when I’m going to get it. I got a brain fart this weekend about the new book, and I’m aching to clear the air by getting some of it on paper (er, disk). I get pretty grumptastic if I don’t write for a while, which made me think this morning about how writers go about fitting writing into their lives.
For most of us, it’s an issue of making the writing happen regardless of kids (I don’t have any, but bless those of you who do and still make books happen), jobs (that I do have, thankfully), extracurricular activities, and the Munger, Michigan, potato festival. Many of us plug away at books despite these distractions (or maybe in spite of these distractions) but there’s a more dangerous kind of distraction – the kind labeled “D” for Drama, which then leads to “E” for excuses.
So, I happen to know this writer person. Let’s call them Pat. Pat has talent. Lots of talent, actually, but Pat also has a penchant for making bad choices. Relationships, money, where to go for lunch – anything can become an Issue, and those Issues pile up until Pat has no room left in life to write. At the end of the day, I sometimes wonder if Pat makes Drama Happen so the Issues ensure Pat won’t ever have to finish a book. I dunno. But it’s possible.
There are really good reasons for not writing – and there are good reasons for taking it slow and plugging away at it, bit by bit, for years if that’s what it takes. I’m all for that. Alls I’m saying is to be careful that what’s swirling around you and keeping you from your laptop is good stuff, healthy stuff, and not baby mama drama.
Which, OMG, this isn’t baby mama drama but it’s close: Lindsay is in jail! Her first day out of rehab she got a DUI! Oh, poor, misguided, gnawed-on-by-the-world Lindsay. Maybe Paris can giver her tips for how to make jail feel like Soho.
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