Archive for November, 2012

Day 2: Walmart of the Future

Tuesday, November 6th, 2012

Could you really imagine a future without Walmart? That was the impetus for an unlikely scene this morning. Walmart and restroom sponge-bathing.  Saucy stuff. I cooked up another batch of words today and getting them onto the page was a little easier than yesterday.  Though, my plan for an early morning start almost backfired. There was some chaos and some near-disappointment.  Bottom line is I just need to wake up thirty minutes earlier.  I’m happy to report that my socks match but I’m not wearing any under wear so it’s pretty much a draw.  I still had enough time to get the words in before the whistle blew. Just barely.  The real problem was–I could have easily kept going.  Now that I’m a day in on the new project, the gears are really spinning.  This is heartening because I didn’t think I’d still be able to make all the wacky connections that us writerly folk make.  There is hope!

 

New project word count: 1000

Filling the Page

Monday, November 5th, 2012

In recent months, I’ve been telling friends and family that I don’t feel like a writer anymore.  A writer writes, after all, that just hasn’t been happening–sorry to say.   Sometimes, life throws us a curve and sometimes that curve ball hits us directly in the face, breaking a cheekbone and sending a few teeth flying to the asphalt. My money-maker has seen better days. Despite the universe’s intentions to slow me down, I have resolved to not give up. To that end, I got up early this morning (thank you time change!) and sat down in front keyboard. I’m not going to lie, it’d been so long since I’d assumed the ‘writer’s pose’ I was a little uncomfortable.  I immediately began to think of ways I cold procrastinate. Was I still hungry? Maybe I needed some caffeine first.  Drop and gimme twenty!  Yeah–I can be clever when it comes to killing time. But then I spoke one simple phrase.

“I *will* write.”  

I had no clear notion of what I was going to write, but just that I had no choice.  I stood at the crossroads of now and never. Never meant giving up and to my core I didn’t want to do that.   Suddenly, my fingers were moving and, there was poor, sweaty Arnie digging his own grave trying to figure out if he was going to be eating dirt or seeing the sun rise again.  The timer was set for thirty minutes–I didn’t want to over-extend myself–and for thirty minutes I wrote.  I wasn’t concerned about plot. I wasn’t concerned about grammar.  It was about filling the page. The end result was a scene that didn’t suck and rediscovery of an almost forgotten feeling of exhilaration.   Bottom line. Even if your cheek is stinging from fate’s left hook,  don’t give up on your passions.  They will ultimately get you through the mess.

My goal here at PhilRossi.net is daily entries that will chronicle my journey back to being a writer.  It all starts here.

New Project word count: 500.

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