I can't even remember what my idea was with this art project, except it being fairly open, mostly good for soul, okay-if-never-finished.
But somewhen along the line even that got derailed and now I seem to remember that I wanted it to be more.
I just want it to be.
So that part of my soul is not lost. That's all that matters.
So I have bogged down and it has been stop-start for over a month, going slower and slower.
So today I had to drag myself back to it, if only to read like 5 pages and do the edits.
I guess that is what it is all about, what they all say ... what being a writer is about.
Tonight for example, after all the house-stuff, I only have cooking left because Char is too tired to do anything more. I could do that and then write 3 hours and go to bed and get up and go to Client tomorrow.
But I won't.
I write this, then cook, then go to bed early and get up fresher. Maybe do those blitzing 15-20 min writing with all my heart on the commute, getting down the next part of the Story.
It's good to remember that if I write 500 words per day on stories I love for the next 10 years then making mental room and spending calendar time for and on that ... is worth the most.
Worth a lot more, actually, than the money I will receive eventually for my efforts.
On the other hand, unless a truck runs over my hands or a meteor hits my eyes, I will be able to write at least 500 words per day on average. I've proven that already for extended periods of time. I'm proving it now with my most recent story.
So maybe 2 years could work, but what if it's 5 - or even 10? The time is going to pass anyway, and - especially considering past failures to hang on and persist - I think my future self of 53 will thank me for having written nearly 2 million words, spread out on, say, 73 self-published short novels of about 25K words a piece.
And what if it's only 60 - or even 50?
Unless something really, really bad happens, I could do this, if I persist.
And no matter what the hell the market looks like in 2027 I could earn something in the league of thousands. And that will be nice, both for my personal satisfaction, for feeling passionate about life and for relief when the shit hits the fan in other areas of life.
Both paths have merit - the path where you know you also write about yourself, or the path where you just write and don't think more about it.
And that is what is so wonderful about writing, and don't I forget it.
I have to tell stories to feel alive, it is that simple, and I know it and I am deeply regretful about the periods when I have forgotten it, for all sorts of 'good reasons'. Or when I have doubted my ability to do it, to ever bring my storytelling out into the world in any meaningful form and therefore have stalled.
I have to keep fighting that and so the only way that makes sense is to do it one fight at a time, a few hundred words here and there - but regularly. Please let me not forget.