1. say you are going to write something.
2. organize your desktop to maximize your writing space.
3. tell everybody you’re going to go write something.
4. tweet about your preparations, preferably use #amwriting hashtag.
5. sharpen all your pencils. you don’t use pencils.
6. run a pot of coffee.
7. drink a pot of coffee.
8. talk about writing some more. this time with the jitters.
9. creep on your friends’ FB profiles.
10. write a really lame blog entry and call it a day.
Check out the collection of other 7 Quick Takes Friday posts, hosted at Jennifer Fulwiler’s blog, Conversion Diary.
So many things have happened this past week that I had to sit down and just breathe deeply and go, “Wow, Momma Mary, you’ve been busy untying some knots. Thank you.” Some of it is deeply personal, and much of it is just about good things coming together for the family…and while I’m not going to go into details, mostly because they aren’t my stories to tell, I can say that my visit to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament today is going to be a lovely chat full of gratitude. Amen.
I’m getting excited about the CNMC this year in Dallas/Fort Worth! Are you going? Are you a blogger and want to present? Check this out!
I am doing a total consecration to Jesus through Mary on the Feast of the Annunciation. Would y’all pray for me? And I will pray for you, though I do that already 🙂
I’m toying with the idea of joining Pinterest. If I hide that revelation in here, maybe no one will notice I said it.
The pollen is not my friend. Usually, it affects my eyes and and sinuses, but this year it has messed big time with my lungs and my ears. I feel like a giant vice is crushing my chest when I go outside, and inexplicably, my ears itch — bad enough for me to want to stick a skewer in them. Yeah. How’s that for an image?
Do you keep a journal? I’ve kept one on and off throughout my life, starting, I think, in the fourth grade. That was a little locked diary…today it’s whatever I happen to like when I need one. Sometimes it means using a discarded composition notebook, and other times it’s pretty journals given as gifts. When I buy one, it’s usually this style on the top, with a rubber band so I can keep prayer cards and mementos stuffed in it. I don’t fill it with Mentos, though.
I joined the Son Rise Morning Show brackets for March madness. The only bracket that looks like it ought to look. I won’t show you the mess I made of everything else, but I didn’t delete my failed Missouri pick ;-P
I drove home a little distracted by the conversation I was having with myself. I do that a lot. Have conversations with myself. I finally decided to do something productive with it, and started to dictate stuff to myself. Who knows? Maybe the only thing keeping me from writing the great American novel is finding the right undergrad needing money and willing to transcribe my madness.
But I digress.
I was talking about my drive home in a distracted state. Yes. Distraction. It plagues me when my To-Do list sprouts To-Do lists. And that’s when the little artist voice inside me decides to come out and play. When I don’t have the time or the attention span to dedicate to it. Because the grown up voice with the job and the bills and the familial responsibilities says it’s time to be a grown-up.
The real me wants to play with words, and I’m not talking about that neat little scrabble knock-off that consumes my phone battery. I want to write, and it seems that everywhere I look there is something I want to capture. Especially on my ride home, when I’m supposed to have both hands on the wheel.
What do you do when you have the need to create?
