writing, it is sometimes unreasonable
May 5, 2009 § 19 Comments
Sometimes I miss those writing days at the newspaper when I sat at my desk and had to write 300 words in an hour and hand it in. I just sat there and wrote, ignoring the ringing phone, the chatter in the writing room, the sales reps keening and worrying about their clients. I sat there writing ignoring the smudges on the PC screen, the clock, someone’s request for a tissue, someone taking coffee and muffin orders. I traveled out and out and out there to a writing place, found it, hunkered down and wrote.
That ability to concentrate and drill through a piece is not working tonight. Besides, truth be told, I prefer to think through my writing now more than ever, am less impressed with a trendy phrase that works in advertorial writing, am more inclined to write, puzzle, unpiece, piece back together, try again, rework.
Now I am distracted by the conversation around me, by the baseball video game! (the boys are playing), by the needy little beagle who is taking full advantage of being in the doggie spotlight these days, by the sounds of summer coming through the open window, by the angle of the laptop which I can’t …get…just…right, by the shine of the foil on the Hershey kisses.
Yes, I have my rough draft finished. It’s been finished for 24 hours. It’s still very rough. It’s ungodly rough and 1,000 words too long. It’s a book review. Oh, snap -what’s the big deal, you say. Well, you must work very carefully, writing only things you really mean to say in a review, no bumping, no stalling, no making things up because this is not your work – this is about someone else’s work. And as a writer, you know the blood and dirt and dreams he or she used and removed to create the piece, the book.
This evening, I have employed any number of procrastinatory methods, from taking a short walk to chatting with my neighbor to cleaning a spot on the rug to contemplating the need for a manicure…to writing this blog entry.
I’ll change my spot in the room. This wing chair, very tall and wide and rendering me invisible if you’re approaching from behind, is cushioned with two favorite green pillows. I sit here, opposite HM on many a night, talking or watching TV or rattling magazine pages or scribbling or dreaming.Yes, I must be in the wrong spot in this room for finishing this piece. I should know better.
That’s it. Thanks for listening. I’m going to finish this now so that there can be 10 o’clock TV ,and time with HM.
And tomorrow I won’t mind getting up early to see if the piece has any weight at all because it will be almost if not completely finished, and after all, writing should have weight, should be comely and fat, and rich.
And I feel really weird about having no picture to post with this. But you get the picture, right?