Oh how the fates do conspire for me. I suppose it is egotistical to suggests that it is anything more than coincidence that my TV remote disappears on a night that I need to be writing more and watching TV less. I use Direct TV, which is notoriously difficult to operate sans remote control. So I managed to watch an episode of How I Met Your Mother and then retired to the couch to pound the keys for a few hours.
Truthfully, 40 minutes plus went to surfing the web, but I got in a good chunk of actual writing and made headway in a project that vexes me. It isn’t a project I am bored with or anything, but instead it is something that feels like a heavier responsibility/challenge than it should. Some work is just that way while other stuff flies out of me like literary projectile vomit. I suppose it is the delicate balance between time, place, and mindset that turns one into the other–sometimes between paragraphs of the same assignment.
Regardless, I have a huge need to get the work done and move forward with my working life. There is a great deal more I hope to accomplish as a writer this year. Perhaps the most important thing is establishing a writing routine I can live with.
Some Thoughts:
1. I am not the best dad I can be. I know my kids want to work hard, especially when it comes to running and learning sports. I don’t provide them with enough opportunity to do so. I could do more and often promise myself I will, but a intoxicating mixture of responsibility and laziness always seems to get in the way. Story of my life.