This week of writing has brought the best of days and the worst of days for me.
Monday was a struggle. So many ideas, which one to go with?
Tuesday was a challenge. I could not find a place to begin. I tossed and turned in every direction until I felt like I was on a Merry-Go-Round. Over the course of hours, and many revisits, I made a brilliant decision to change the perspective and I finally began to write.
Wednesday I questioned my brilliant decision to change perspective. Then I questioned my choice of ideas. Then I questioned why I thought I could do this class at all. At last, I shoved all my doubts into the closet, turned away from all the distractions and pushed my way through the story. Word count only 678, but at least I had a beginning.
Thursday I played hooky and escaped from writing. Felt a bit shameful that I wasn't on schedule but actually felt more exhilarated that I would choose to.
Friday I woke up early, driven to finish my story. With the block wall tumbled and the wind of inspiration behind my words, I wrote as fast as I could type (which is not an impressive speed).
Finished! Word count, 2949.
And best of all, I love what I wrote!
I have succeeded in capturing a moment in time that makes me smile, and I'm quite sure will make the main character (my son) smile as well when he reads it.
Now, what am I going to do this week?