My Simple Wednesday Reflection
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I hit the ground at a sprint, meeting my goals for my book—brainstorming, writing, editing, rereading, adding more scene descriptions and action to my chapters. I cranked out four whole chapters and I’m proud of what I wrote.
Then the weekend hit—the holiday came and this choo choo slowed way the heck down, the steam wasn’t burning anymore and yeah, I sunk into the trap of time-off. I filled my days with trips to the zoo, picnics, outdoor kiddy pool time and well, I relaxed and didn’t think much about my writing.
So what do you do when each day becomes easier to stray from what you initially set out to do?
I know that life happens no matter what you plan at times. But is it possible to let Life happen a little too hard? And if it’s true that it happens too hard, how do you see your way back?
Here’s what I’ve found works for me:
1) I look at things around me that inspire me to move. Old Books, quotes, and not too surprisingly, I hit the gym. The time I spend on the machines helps me brainstorm and sort through my ideas. I can zone out the world with my head phones and the rhythm of the machine so I focus on what matters in my next second.
2) Then I go home. I play with my kids; popsicle time, bath time, books and bed.
3) Finally—I start up my computer and I stare at the screen. I reread a few things I wrote last, emersing myself in my characters and no matter what my mood is, I try it anyway. I push around words, sentences, I put together dialogue and what makes sense to my characters. Before I know it—I’m in.
So the short version? Even when I don’t feel like it, I keep in mind what I want most—my dreams. I do what I have to do to motivate myself and POOF! I may not make my two chapter goal this week, but eh. One chapter is still better than where I was before.
No one will want your dreams as much as you do. So I’m not giving up.
Neither should you.
And by the way, love this quote!
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Posted on September 6, 2012, in erika b, Erika Beebe, reflection. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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