Journey to Thirty
My sons favorite show is Sesame Street and there’s a segment called “Journey to Ernie.” Watching Big Bird search for Ernie one day in November, I thought- I’m on my Journey to Thirty.
Yikes
It’s not really that I’m squeamish about age. I have actually asserted from a very young age that I’m supposed to be an old woman. Everyone has an age that suits them, and mine is somewhere around 85- old enough that’s it’s acceptable to be okay with sitting around all day wondering if today’s the day you finally kick it, but at the same time, enjoying the sip of tea and getting excited about the humming bird that just visited and wondering at the magnificent color of the sky as the sun goes to sleep.
But, to happily sit around all day doing nothing but staring in awesome wonder, I have to accomplish something while I’m young.
This blog is about my dream- I want to write a novel- start to finish. A whole, entertaining, fleshed out story. And I’ve got a story that’s been bugging me for ages and occasionally I retreat there. I’ve written a lot on it. But haven’t quite made it to the end.
I consider myself a decent writer, but all my success in school happened when I had almost an entire paper written, and somewhere around 3am I’d scratch the entire thesis and start over. And it happened that way almost every single time I had a paper due.
No. No, it actually happened every single time. I can’t recall a single paper that I submitted that was older than 5 hours, because I always waited until the last minute and changed everything.
And I keep doing that to my story.
This blog is an attempt to keep myself on track and push through the urge to start over. The urge to just keep writing until, hopefully by November, I finally have my complete first draft of September Caterpillars.
Yikes
It’s not really that I’m squeamish about age. I have actually asserted from a very young age that I’m supposed to be an old woman. Everyone has an age that suits them, and mine is somewhere around 85- old enough that’s it’s acceptable to be okay with sitting around all day wondering if today’s the day you finally kick it, but at the same time, enjoying the sip of tea and getting excited about the humming bird that just visited and wondering at the magnificent color of the sky as the sun goes to sleep.
But, to happily sit around all day doing nothing but staring in awesome wonder, I have to accomplish something while I’m young.
This blog is about my dream- I want to write a novel- start to finish. A whole, entertaining, fleshed out story. And I’ve got a story that’s been bugging me for ages and occasionally I retreat there. I’ve written a lot on it. But haven’t quite made it to the end.
I consider myself a decent writer, but all my success in school happened when I had almost an entire paper written, and somewhere around 3am I’d scratch the entire thesis and start over. And it happened that way almost every single time I had a paper due.
No. No, it actually happened every single time. I can’t recall a single paper that I submitted that was older than 5 hours, because I always waited until the last minute and changed everything.
And I keep doing that to my story.
This blog is an attempt to keep myself on track and push through the urge to start over. The urge to just keep writing until, hopefully by November, I finally have my complete first draft of September Caterpillars.
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