writing – Page 5

Old Method, Better Results

I get it now.

I am understanding what are my hangups when it comes to sitting down and turning imagined plots and characters into words on the screen. My main roadblock was trying to edit while writing.

Editing while writing doesn’t work for this writer and I found myself so focused on grammatical errors and attending to the annoying red underlined words that the thoughts got lost before I had a chance to type them.

So, I went back old school.

I went back to writing in a notebook. This pulls my attention away from editing while writing and I am not worried about getting everything perfect as it comes out of my head. While I am writing, prefection doesn’t exist for me, instead it is about developing thoughts and putting what’s in my head down in a coherent way.

Now, I will say that having to go back and decipher my hand writing and then type everything into a word doc is a tad bit annoying but this has proven to be very effective to me and my writing that I don’t intend to give it up anytime soon.

Let me know your thoughts and what has been some hangups that you as a writer have had to overcome.

No One Has Enough

Time. No one has enough of it, not in a day, a week, a month or a year. Where does it go and most importantly can one get it back?

I would often sit around and wonder, ‘my God, I am almost thirty boy where did those carefree afternoons spent relishing in doing absolutely nothing, the long summers that never seemed to end and the smell of soul food coming from Granny’s kitchen go?’

Before I realized Life is what you make of it and that only I can rescue myself, I was pass the point of young adulthood and settling into Adulthood, where things aren’t so simple.

It was starting around twenty-eight, when the heavy questions started to gnaw at me. Do you want children? Do you want to get married? Do you see yourself working here for the long term? What’s your endgame?

I had no answer because I had never thought of those questions because I felt, back then, that I had all of the time in the world.

Now, I am in a constant state of panic; frustrated that things aren’t happening fast enough or that those things should have happened sooner. Why wasn’t I more focused and disciplined? Why didn’t I have more fun? Why did I play it so safe all of the time?

It goes back to before, I thought I had all of the time in the world. Now, I understand that standing still will not slow it down it will keep going the clock will keep ticking.

So, I better get busy.