One hundred

What happened today?

I couldn’t get to sleep until around 3 am this morning, but today went all right, for all that. Yay, adrenaline! Or cortisol! Whatever it is that gets me up in the morning and keeps me going all day! I’m still humming along at full throttle, and oh, it’s about 10:30pm. Just look at all the exclamation points!

Full throttle, but running on fumes.

I was listening to the latest episode of Write Now with Sarah Warner while working this evening. I love this podcast—she is positive without being saccharine, enthusiastic without being annoyingly chipper. Today (well, two weeks ago) her topic was New Year’s resolutions…such an unusual topic for this time of year, but there you have it. She gave the well-worn advice of not setting yourself up for failure by making a long list of improvements that you can’t possibly accomplish in the time you have between work and washing dishes, or by vowing to lose massive amounts of weight or to write and publish your first epic tome by summer. She suggested for herself that she would resolve—promise—aim—to write 100 words per day. One hundred words might continue on to three pages, but for those days when your mind just won’t sustain deep consideration of any idea whatsoever, 100 words seems doable. The main point is to get your butt in a chair and a pen in your hand so that you’re ready for any inspirations that happen to sleet through your brain.

But when worlds of wonder and fascinating characters won’t show up in my mind, I ask myself: what happened today? Not, perhaps, as inspiring as one could wish, but it’s a place to start.

The heater on high and

Fifteen minutes of scraping

To liberate my

Windshield wipers; so tonight

I will park under the oak

And that comes to 309 words.

Thank you, Sarah.

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