My writer-friend extraordinaire Susan read and gave feedback on my Blog Union piece, but I've been lacking the will to face it and make those needed changes. And what with my lack of will, plus even more overnight visits with family, it's just not getting done...yet.
Last night, when we both finally got the chance to sit down and read the Sunday newspaper, I found an article about writing called "The Work and Art of Writing: Muscle vs. Muse." It was a collection of perspectives about, well, just what the title says, from writers like Isaac Asimov and G.K. Chesterson. One quote in particular rang true for me:
"I do a lot of stalling until I feel so guilty and self-hating that the only option for rescue is to write. I have a 2-year-old. The only routine in my day is that at some point, I'm going to be looking at poop." --Steve Almond
I passed the stalling phase a few days ago and am well into self-hatred for not having finished this thing. And I've already looked at poop this morning, so I think it's high time for my rescue by simply biting the bullet, baby.
(And for a lovely bit of writing, go read this story...I found myself choked up at the end and thinking a lot about my own high school experiences. You can read it here.)