Sometimes, something as small as just sitting my butt down in front of my computer and working on a short story or even writing up one of these little blurbs takes a lot of dedication. I have adopted the terrible habit of not getting things done unless they’re of the utmost paramount importance. Granted, writing is incredibly important to me. It’s the only thing I can really see myself doing and being happy with what I’m doing. But the siren call of distractions is incredibly powerful for someone with no attention span like I am, and—ooh, what wast hat? SHINY.
You get my point. But yesterday I did sit down and edit up at least a page of a short story in preparation to send it out somewhere, and this morning, I’m sitting here fashioning this little post even though I’m not really saying anything significant in it, but it’s still something that will be posted, and the more I do this, the more I make myself sit down and just write, the easier it will become.
The story, by the way, is a short story currently entitled “Lilac,” which is basically a tale of a little girl learning about death for the first time. It’s written mostly from the girl’s perspective; I find child-like voices easiest to write at times. It isn’t a very great story, but, at the moment, I think it’s my favourite short piece. Other than “Martin Luther Throws Things” (not its real title), but “Lilac” is so much more accessible than that one.
So hopefully, I’ll get a little more edited with that one before my roommate awakens and the distractions begin and all hope of being creatively productive are completely defenestrated.