Just write. It’s pretty simple.
Last June, I took a creative nonfiction writing workshop with Roger Rosenblatt. It was hard and I survived. Every day, we had to deliver two 250-word essays. That’s not much writing in reality. (Right now, for example, I am on word 47.) After the workshop, Roger, a kind and generous man, asked me to send him 40 pages by September. I agreed to do this. No, I didn’t just agree. I agreed effusively, ecstatically. And then I didn’t write again for a month. And then I wrote very little. In September, I sent Roger a pithy little card with a quote by Mark Twain advising to put off tomorrow what was put off today. Or something like that.
In short, I fucked up.
I couldn’t write. I was anxious about writing, unable to shush the critic in my head. I let my job take over everything. Daily, I fought internal battles about balancing work, exercise, gardening and writing. I focused on “how” I could do these things all at once, instead of just doing one at a time. I developed anemia. Is it related? I don’t know, but probably.
So here I am again. It’s not quite starting from scratch—I have some skills. I’ve done this often enough to know once I get into a rhythm, writing becomes more enjoyable.
I want to list some ideas/topics I have for yeah write’s NoMo challenge month. Maybe I’ll write about each one, maybe I won’t. Maybe one will inspire me to write about something else entirely. It doesn’t matter. Just write.
- Do scientists feel really stressed out about global warming?
- Evolution is a fact and other flat-out truths
- Letters to my mom
- Calling “time and temperature” (honest, we used to do this)
- Cats and string theory (not really)
- Making lists of topics once a week
- Root balls in the pipes
- Dark matter
My word count today? 318.