"Snowing all the way..."
Today, the decision to complete my novel by the end of this
year was reborn.
When this moment of resolution occurred, I was actually
running late for my 9 to 5 a.k.a the
daytime gig. As a production driven person this left me utterly annoyed. And
just to be clear, I was looking for someone to blame. But there was no one. Except
me and my car which I happened to
notice, at the time, had not been cleared off since the previous day’s snow storm.
Snow gloves cleaning car |
Usually, it is not my
task to clean it. So of course, my aggravation went from Zen to sin, in a
matter of seconds. With ill emotions running high, I quickly retrieved that wiper-cleaner-sweeper thingamajig from
the back of my caddy and got on with my unexpected grudge work. Around about
the time that I had gone full steam ahead with swift swiping motions, I paused
to go slow with it. Why not? I had to
call in late anyhow. So I took my time.
Atop my car was that soft, fluffy, powdery, good stuff that defined
wintertime when I was a youngster. In slowing my pace, I was able to absorb it
all. The site, the sound, the scenery: it was absolutely beautiful. And actually, the more I brushed it, the more
I developed a child-like freedom. So much so, that I put some snow on my face. If the dramatic meter needs to get any higher,
I will also add that I ate some of it too. Oddly, in that moment of sheer lunacy,
I found myself understanding something I never had before. Just as I had taken time to clean off my car,
despite my schedule, I would also have to prioritize writing as a craft, regardless of
my other obligations. No ifs, ands or, but
I have to do this other thing first about it.
As the sands of time continue to work their way through my
life, I realize nothing gets accomplished without intention (not even something
as fulfilling as playing in the snow). If I want this novel done in a timely
manner, I will have to insist on making the necessary adjustments rendering
writing a priority in my life. Therefore, I will make time, I will find time
and I will finish my novel by the end of 2015. And, I will continue to be punctual at work. I
am a woman, after all. I still have to balance my life AND pay my bills.That is what’s going on this week in writing.
Thanks for listening.
~T. Vernay “Girl Gone Writer”
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