say the other day that when he sits down to write his weekly column, he wastes time playing spider solitaire until he finally HAS to start writing something. Me, I play SNOOD. A fiendish, addictive little piece of distraction if ever I met one. I wonder what he would do if he had a DAILY essay to write ? I have decided that keeping an on line journal is no small challenge.
When I read other people’s diaries I notice that lots of you only write when you feel like you have something to say. I’d say that’s wise. A good and sane approach to this whole thing. But I am so obsessive compulsive, (sounds better than anal retentive) that I feel obligated to put something on every day. I made a commitment and I must uphold it !
But there are days, ( kind of like today ) when my creative gene is out to lunch, out of order, out of sorts, out of gas, out of Africa, and cannot be relied upon. And when this happens, you, my poor beleaguered reader have to listen to my stream of consciousness drivel. I apologize. But I am under this compulsion you see and MUST WRITE !
Sometimes listening to music is useful for writing inspiration. So I am confessing right now, out here in “public”. . . that I am listening to Barry Manilow as I write today. (this explains everything you say…) Now it could just as easily be Creed or Underworld,( my sons have influenced my taste in music ). But today it’s Barry. I defy you to name a more romantic and dare I say sexually charged song than “Could it be Magic”. I am open to considering other songs, but this one is firmly on the top of my list.
But the point is . . . . . . ah. . . what WAS I saying ? Oh yeah, commitment, writer’s honor, promises to keep etc. There’s nothing more binding in my universe than a self imposed task and I really hate it when I let me down. I can be a very harsh critic. A brutal taskmistress. I fear me. So I write.
Now that I HAVE written, Barry is telling me to “come into his arms” so I can’t be a total lost cause, eh? Gotta go. : - )
Write On !