At week’s end, I’m churning, just a little, just ever so slightly, in the manner of all great minimizers when they encounter a negative feeling. Its always “just a tad.”
A half-dozen thoughts take turns swirling through my head and there will be no settling down to get anything done unless I tend to them.
I make a list. I think about numbering or adding bullet points when I’m done, in the manner of all great Type A people. We shall have order!
An observation someone made…A question I was asked 3 times this week…The audiobook I just finished and the audiobook I’m currently halfway through, and how they tie together…The first draft of someone’s story, and how it ties together with the audiobooks and with my own story.
A sentence or two for each, just to get them down somewhere, just to acknowledge their existence, just to get them to stop swirling.
Then I come to the last one and start to write, and the one or two sentences turn into ten, then 15, then more. Ahhhhhh, now we’re onto something.
But isn’t it funny how I had to write through all that other stuff before I got to the thing that’s probably THE thing? It happens a lot.