So this is what being a
writer feels like. I have a deadline to meet and I’m not really interested or
invested in an idea at the moment. Yet the deadline looms.
One of the reasons I decided
to start my own blog was to learn how to hold myself accountable to meet
deadlines. Deadline. Wednesday. 8:00 AM.
Another reason I decided to
start my own blog was to learn how to create my own ideas and expand upon them.
It’s 9:16 PM on Monday night…
This writing problem is sometimes
called Writer’s Block. When I get stuck (AKA have Writer’s Block) writing my
stories, I just keep writing. I put ridiculous things in the story. Just to
keep it going. Eventually I find a way through the Block and can fix my work.
That’s what I’m doing right now.
Just writing. I have no idea if I will scrap this before
Wednesday or not.
I got the oil changed in my
car today. I take it to the shop on the corner, about a mile away from my
house. I’ve been going there for years. For the very first time a young woman
mechanic took care of me. She wore the blue pants and blue button up shirt that
is the uniform of mechanics- that included her name (Tammera) stitched onto a
patch over her heart. She wore makeup and pigtails. She told me her mother’s
name had been Nadine and that she’d never ever met another Nadine before. I was enchanted. When my car was ready I told
her that her Nadine raised a lovely young woman. She beamed and said that meant
a lot to her. And I wished her Merry Christmas.
You know, and the thing is,
I debated saying anything at all to her. I thought that maybe her mom didn’t
raise her, or that she’d be sad if I said something because her mom has obviously passed away. Or
that saying something would be corny. It’s easy to be quiet, to just get in the
car and drive away. But she put herself out there for me. She made an impact on
me. I decided it was the very least I could do for her. It was right for me to acknowledge
her mom in that way. It felt good.
It appears I’ve written
myself out of a Block. In full disclosure, I had a few sentences about Dan
Patrick wearing his socks inside-out today but I deleted it. The oil changing story
was what I needed to talk about.
So this is what being a
writer feels like. Another successful blog post. On time? Check! A small idea
expanded upon? Check!
Until next time,
Be Good to Yourself,
~Nadine