The rain is falling. My sessions are light. The weekend promises to be quiet, and a good one for writing/research combination.
I have a deadline in nine days for a short story competition.
I know ‘what’ I want my entry to be ‘about’. I’m a little worried about some of the details. My confidence is that I won’t do the elements justice. I’m ok with that.
There is a 700 word limit to the story, which is both good and bad.
700 words is easy to get too.
700 words will require a concise discipline.
It’s an exciting challenge.
I am nearly one week into this writing world, and so far the gratification has been splendid.
Just having this medium to focus on has given me a sense of purpose I haven’t felt in a long time. For me, that is enough. I reach the end of my days looking forward to the next.
Maybe my personality is addictive, and writing is a drug.
In any case, I am doing this for me. I like it.