I promised not to complain again, but I need to whine. I’m sick, darn it.
It’s minor. Just a common cold. It’s left me with just enough energy to sit in this chair, at my computer, and work on my current story. Being a creative type, I could easily turn this bug into an excuse to lie about in bed and watch mindless TV–and most of it is mindless–or I can buck up and write a chapter. It’s all about choices.
My brilliant daughter, a screenwriter on the verge of selling, and I spoke yesterday about that bane of any artist’s existence: Resistance. We’re both fans of Steven Pressfield’s book, “War of Art”. According to Pressfield, the moment a writer turns from amateur to pro is NOT when they make that first big sale, but when they making writing a real priority that must come before everything else. The pages get down–THEN you can go to Wal-mart, or the casino, or play around with a hobby. (I’m talking to myself, here, as well as to any of you who may be struggling in this area.)
Without a doubt, the most dedicated, hardworking writer I know is Nora Roberts. She gets those pages down, come hell or high water. And it sure is working for her, isn’t it???
Hmmmm……
