Two weeks ago, I launched a 100 day challenge. So, by my calculations that means I have 86 days to go. I’m not exactly close to the home stretch, am I?
The experiment has already taught me a few things or I’ve remembered them. The first is that there is time for this. I’ve always had the time; I just haven’t always had the perseverance. I’m working on that. My first step was to complete a workbook with chapter by chapter assignments. Even though some chapters were laden with additional assignments, and some assignments really made me balk, (or almost puke) and I sincerely wished I could quit, I went to the end. Writers persevere.The second lesson is that I don’t have the time. I know. I know. That’s the opposite of what I just said. I’ve found that I’m busier than I realized. And I’m really, really good at distractions. And at promises that say I will do this later a.k.a. avoidance. I’m working on this too. I repeat to myself – I will be glad later on that I wrote, which handily outweighs the other mantra – I don’t want to. Writers are focused.
The third thing I’m learning is about trust. Trust in the process – it might look like I’m up against a brick wall, but I will write something. Write around it, or think about one sentence, or write down the difficulty in colored font and go on. Or write what I think I need to do next. Or put the keyboard away and read, carefully, watching for the way my words can come forth. Or I can acknowledge that I’ve written enough for one day and I can wash the damn windows. Go for a walk. Bake some muffins. There is always tomorrow when I will come back to the page. In fact there are 86 more tomorrows. How much will I have discovered by the time my 100 day challenge is over? I want to find out. Writers are curious.