“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Damn. I am so not in the mood

Damn. I am so not in the mood

OK, let's be honest. It's been a long week. It hasn't been shitty. It's been OK. It's just been long, and I'm tired.

And I am so not in the mood to work on the memoir. I did some work on it this week. I reformatted it back into Scrivener, because that's what I needed to be able to dig in and move stuff around. I wrote a few sentences that made me clearer on what it's really about. (For some reason, this detail is really important to a good story. Who would've thought?) I started to generate excitement about finishing. But today it feels heavy and I'm tired and I don't want to do heavy lifting. I want to blog—light lifting writing. 

Maybe there are moods and energies to writing and creating that you need to work with.

Or maybe I'm full of crap and I just need to DO THE FREAKING WORK.

I have no answers here, but I'm going to go open the doc. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Go.

See you back here later.

PS: I opened it, and it wasn't that bad. 

I say I want to feel peace, but I am not willing to be peace

I say I want to feel peace, but I am not willing to be peace

I Can't Even Open the Word Doc (On Finishing ... or Starting to Finish)

I Can't Even Open the Word Doc (On Finishing ... or Starting to Finish)

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