My dad’s been gone since 1993. I miss him still, but he still visits me two ways. One, I dream about him and Mom often. Two, I never hesitate to use the sayings he used to pass onto me. Today one in particular comes to mind:
“Sometimes you eat the bear; sometimes the bear eats you.”
I am back in Phase 2 of my 30-day 45,000 word challenge. I did ok the first time around and ended up with 47K. Now it is time to do it again. I even have others on Facebook and elsewhere trying to do the same thing.
That doesn’t make it any easier to write when you have writer’s block. Hence the bear.
I tell myself, don’t worry about the quality of the words. I tell myself, just write it. And after a day of sitting in the living room in front of my keyboard, I am still 200 words short of my required 1,500 words. The other thought that continues to loom over me is that because of July 4 Holiday, I am about 4,000 words behind even that daily requirement.
Eat me, bear. Eat away.
The reality is, sometimes writing is hard. Especially when you don’t know what to write.
Actually I find it very easy to write when I know what it is I want to say.
It’s the other times that really bite.