|Just a Reminder: Keep a Journal|
It's raining. It rained all day yesterday. It rained all night last night. It is raining now as I sit and type. Much as I like rain, how it beads on my eyelashes when I push my face to the sky, washes the streets and sidewalks of melting snow, and helps flowers grow, it would be nice if the rain could pace itself, just a little. Say, maybe rain a little in the morning, perhaps a little in the evening, maybe three times a week, just enough to replenish the reservoirs and keep puddles from rivering the roads, streets, highways, and individual homes.
Make a plan to write. Do it Sunday night. Mark your calendar what days and times of your upcoming week you will sit with pen and paper to do your writing. Then do it.
"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, 'Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.' You call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing,' and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."--Breakfast at Tiffany's
Now go write something.
I dare you.
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna