Post by Jenny
I don’t wanna write this post.
Please don’t be offended. As George Costanza would say, “It’s not you, it’s me.” I cherish (too strong? Maybe a tad.) appreciate each of you and the time we spend together every other Monday.
But here’s the deal: school let out for the summer on Friday. It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, about 75 degrees and sunny, with a lovely soft breeze wafting through my open windows. Talk around my house is of baseball and tennis, swimming pools and vacation plans, no homework and sleeping in, barbecues and ice cream. “Why, yes,” my brain says. “I want to think about those things, too! And let’s add margaritas to the list, shall we?” In short, I have a case of summer fever, big time.
Writing is the best gig there is. (Sorry, you astrophysicists and clam farmers, but it’s true.) But that doesn’t mean there won’t be times when come up against tasks we’d rather put off. The beginning of a project can be brutal, full of anxieties and the realization that the opening line that sounded so perfect in your head can’t hold its own on paper. Typing that final period and hoping that the word-basket you've woven is tight enough to hold water can be rough, too. And the middles have more perilous obstacles and hard knocks than a Wipeout course.
After you’ve made it from beginning to end, there’s still work to be done. Edits, rewrites, cutting and pasting to rival a scrapbooking convention. And don't forget critiques, queries, and the unending barrage of self-promotional smoke signals that is social media.
Sometimes, we feel the urge to dig in our heels and say, nope. I don’t wanna. I’m going to sit here under my patio umbrella with my iced green tea and read A Wonderful Book written by Someone Who is Not Me. That’s a natural impulse, especially when the out-of-doors sings its summer song.
But would that Wonderful Book be in my hands if the author had given up whenever things got tough? No, it would not. Mr./Ms. Published Author obviously didn’t let a little sunshine and the sound of the ice cream truck derail his/her plans. And I won’t, either. At least not until the end of this post.
What writing tasks do you wish you could you put off this summer? (C’mon, we all have at least one.)