Get ready for a rambly nonsense post. What can I say, they happen.
Here's a fortune cookie saying: If you want to get something done fast, give it to an already-busy person to do.
For a long time (primarily in college, because I was something of a lazy bugger) I thought that this saying was pure lie. Now that I'm actually trying to be a writer, though, I'm kind of starting to see the merit of it.
I'm reading a book on the craft of writing at the moment that posits that the most important thing about writing is to keep doing it. Not just to write, but to set goals and meet them, to write often, and most of all to write fast. Not to be shoddy, but to be consistent and to keep going. Go, go, go. This is what you want to do? Then you should damn well do it, because life is short, baby.
Why am I even thinking about this? Because I'm writing four different things at the moment, which should be exhausting, but it's working. I don't have kids, my work is flexible, I'm not in grad school like my man--what should I be doing with myself, then? I grew up in a family that pushed me to accomplish, continually, and while I'll never be the doctor my parents always wanted (they have two of those already, one a PhD, one an MD and neither has a lifestyle that appeals) I might just become the author that I want to be. I feel like I need to take advantage of the luxury of time I'm given right now by using it productively (see the above gif--I would so do that!).
Writing is happening, but I can do more. My website will see the first improvements, because the poor baby is languishing in May of last year, but I feel like the blog needs an energy infusion. I don't know--reviews, art, links to articles that are interesting...what appeals to you as a reader? Apart from more Love Letters, which is coming!
Anyway, happy Saturday, darlins:)