Finally, getting a bit of sleep and settling into a routine. My writing chops are a bit rusty both in terms of making love to the English language and hooking up with my muse at a regular time. Yep, 2 sex analogies in the same sentence are both appropriate because I am having performance anxiety when it comes to my writing. I don’t know about you, but the less time I spend doing something the more valuable that time becomes. What I write I want to be awesome because I am only writing for such a limited amount of time.
That is utter bullshit, by the way, but the mind is a tricksy little minx. So, to kick start things I am giving myself permission to suck. In fact, I am expecting it.
Be warned that everything here is horribly unpolished first draft stuff. Be warned. Since I don’t know what I will be writing it might even be completely absurd, terrifyingly unoriginal, borderline pornographic or anything in between. The goal is just to write. One new story every day for the next 30 days.
A story has a beginning, a middle, and an end (hopefully) and that is really all I am working on. Words that move forward and end up on this digital paper.
Feel free to read it, or not. Expect it to suck, but there might be something pretty in there purely on accident.
Care to join me?