This morning, just awakened by my orange furry feline, I lay in bed and tried to think of what to wear for the day. I went over the things I
have set to do and the current weather requirements. I thought of the items
hanging in my closet.
I drew a complete blank.
The orange feline continued to insist. It was time to get
out of bed and start a day full of this and that, which to her means mostly
entertaining her.
And then I knew. I conjured the perfect attire for this day’s
planned tasks. I was out of the warm bed without hesitation, raring to go.
A writing analogy came to me right then.
I thought about how similar it is to the days of writing
first drafts. Some days I know exactly what the next sentence, the next paragraph,
the next chapter is about. Specific words swirl in my head, ready to come out
and dance.
Other days, I know what I have to do but no idea how to do
it. It’s a white page, a blank mind, and getting going feels like time in slow
motion.
But either way, I get dressed and get to writing. One way or
another.
Long ago, a close relative came to say goodbye before we
embarked on a trip back home.
I never remember jokes, but he left us with one so lame that
it managed to stick to the crevices of my mind.
Mississippi asked Missouri, “What will Delaware?”
Said Miss Ouri to Miss Issippi, “Idaho, Alaska!”
I didn’t know it would be the last time I will see this
relative.
Wherever you are, seize the day you were given. Throw some clothes
on and get to it.
