Not blog writing, obviously. Okay. Except I am blog writing at the moment.
I’m writing a story again. I don’t finish them usually but this one I think I might. I’m getting intrigued by characters as they develop on the page. The two main ones have been traipsing around in my brain since I tried to do the National Novel Writing Month thing in 2010.
I have a half-dozen starts of stories on various computers and flash drives, but nothing resembling progress has happened in years.
I don’t feel like working out at all. I know I should because it’s the right thing to do and the healthy thing to do. I have a million excuses, pretending there’s not enough time now since the Wellness Center closes at 8 instead of 9. I could say I’m too busy with work and wedding plans and whatever. Lies. I just don’t want to. I want the results. I want the endorphin rush. Mostly, though, I want to eat whatever I want (cheeseballs, donuts, pizza, fried anything) without worry about consequences. Backsliding.
But now I’m writing. Four nights in a row I’ve added to a story that was just a couple pages in early November 2010. I don’t want to read too much into it, but I am guessing that focusing on something daily will spill over into other areas. That’s how it’s worked before. The theory goes I know I should be working out but since I’m so very opposed to the idea lately, I’ll write instead. At least it’s something. And if it means I need to get back to walking/running so I can sort out thoughts and intentions of characters in my head, cool.
In non-writing news, Vacation Bible School begins tomorrow. I feel like I’ve been prepping for it for weeks. (I have.) Yet tonight, as I get ready for bed, all I can think of is the stuff I didn’t do that will need to be done before 9 a.m. tomorrow. If you pray, pray that this week will go at the perfect speed and that things will go well. If you read, be patient. I’ll share the story I’m working on in pieces sometime soon. I think this one wants to be shared.