Something to write about

should come up soon, right? Or else, this will just be free writ­ing for about ten min­utes, til I get sick of typ­ing. This is the kind of junk I used to do back when I tried to do The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. She had a lot of good ideas in that book, and it did me a lot of good, but then the chap­ter on money just pissed me off and I quit. This hap­pened on two sep­a­rate occa­sions, as a mat­ter of fact.

The idea is that upon ris­ing up, you write for a few min­utes, which gen­er­ally amounts to just a page or two, and just purge your mind. I did this faith­fully for quite some time, even after I dropped the whole project. There were times that it did me immense good to just think things out. I also found myself dwelling on neg­a­tiv­ity and pick­ing apart my moti­va­tions and the things that irri­tated me to pieces. I found myself think­ing about writ­ing them ahead of time, too, and that’s really what did me in. That was counter to the project, plan­ning things in advance. It was sup­posed to be extemporaneous.

For the most part, my NaBloPoMo has been rel­a­tively off the cuff. I’ve not given myself much time to write, and I think that the blog feels much more nat­ural to me as a result. I’m glad I did the project, even if I’m only a lit­tle over halfway there and just free writ­ing tonight. I feel more like the blog is an exten­sion of my thoughts, and less a project that has to have these grand goals and mean­ing. It’s com­fort­able now.