All area’s of my life are a “work in progress” it defines my existence really.
I am working on editing not one but two very different works of fiction, care for the needs of my family and still try to find joy in the day to day; while also deciding if it might be time for me to work part time.
I think the word to focus on is “progress”. Even the very smallest amount of progress, I am realizing I need to acknowledge it so that staring at the whole undone picture does not overwhelm me to the point of feeling defeated.
There is a scripture in Matthew that says “Do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself, each day has enough trouble of it’s own”, I think when my fab five were little I quoted that scripture too myself so many times even my kids know it by heart. So now I need to apply that timeless piece of advice to writing as well.
Here is a smattering of the ridiculous nonsense that my brain contrived:
Simply sit and write
Tap Tap Tap Tap
Nothing hard about that
Tap Tap Tap
Sit Write Simple
Imagine you in your idea of perfection
Quick I see a cup of green tea
Yoga done with the sunrise
Brisk mile walked
Energized I sit ready to write
Breathing in fresh breezes of ocean air
The keys welcome my touch
Creating from the ether’s together
We spin in comedic harmony
Spicing the lines with intrigue and life
“Hey Mom” Sweeps it all away,
Teenage angst screams loudly,
Rushing out the front door
Hot air smacks the smugness from my mind
Memories of ocean air melts away like a receding tide
Crazed quick glances at the intersection of my reality
This is no place for whimsical fantasy
Yoga maybe next week.