Tuesday, 27 March 2012

A Successful Attempt at Babbling Incoherently

I need to start writing on this thing. So here it goes.

Well, children, the train keeps trucking along… And yes, I am aware that this makes little sense. How does a train truck? Well, I would assume, very carefully, and with a lot of damage to conventional roads. But now I have lost my train of thought.
Okay, enough with the trains.
What this little entry into my blog of secrets comes down to is time.
It’s how you spell love, apparently, though most standardized English dictionaries will disagree, but the fact remains… Time is something we are always chasing. I have, to be honest, not been chasing it as of late. I sort of lay there, on my side, a cup of non-alcoholic wine in my hand, and watch lazily as it runs circles around me. But, as I usually do, I have learned a lesson about that. Time is fast and will not stop, no matter how hard you procrastinate.
Here’s the skinny. You know that nothing gets done just by hoping it will happen. Nothing has ever been accomplished that way. Well, apart from… well no, even napping needs some sort of effort behind it. I am babbling, but that’s because it’s about five in the morning and I should be napping, but I’m procrastinating instead. But am I? No! I am not!

Why? How? Because I am finally doing the opposite of procrastinating. I am making time! Making time to write. This is something I really struggle with, to be honest. I work, and when I am done, the last thing I want to do is sit down and write. Because honestly, as much as I love it, it is tough. Writing requires a lot of hard work. I know you know that, because I know that too, and yet, like a lot of simple truths, it sure doesn’t take much for us to dismiss it. Or them. Or… whatever. The point, if I have one, is that this journey I’m taking isn’t going to go anywhere, apart from a few horrible metaphors about trains, unless I put in everything I can. You spell love with letters, and you can only spell if you’re writing… Or spelling…

Well, that fell apart pretty fast.

As I am gearing up to get Shadow Mountain and the Secret of the Gatekeepers on E-Readers, I am really getting a very big lesson in why I write, and why I need to write. It’s devulged in little bits here and there, but still, I’ve been learning to love writing again. Which is pretty easy, since I already love writing. But I’m getting back to that need to write, that burning desire, and that’s something worth so much more than its weight in heavy gauge paper. I am making time to write again, and I expect to release many more stories soon.

Okay, so this has been a very random and extended babbling session. But if there’s anything of use in here, I hope it’s that whatever it is you want to do, you just need to do it. If it’s something that you love, and that you need… then go for it. That’s what I’m doing. And you know what I want? You know what I need? You know what? I am really tired. I want, nay… I need sleep.

And now, I am going to MAKE time to sleep.

…See what I did there? Oh yeah, I can teach in my sleep.

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