Becoming a Writer...at Night

I'm still in love. Not quite where I want to be right now as far as progress goes, but still, I love my current project.

So what have I been doing in the midst of completing my masterpiece...that I haven't quite been writing -as much as I have been so much-thinking about sorta kinda-drafting in my mind-on a note pad-when I get extra time-kinda situation I got going on?

Well, in the meantime, I've been sitting here. Oh oh yeah ---- AND---- I have been writing almost daily. :DYup. I've journaled. *Cool point*  Plus, I've done some characterization. Everybody's who's anybody knows that's like hard work like really. I also wrote a short story for a contest. However, I missed the deadline. That(failure) totally sucked, I can assure you. What can I say? The last bit of genius came right after "cutoff". You can't rush perfection! I've also come up with a few ideas. *WIDE GRIN* Considered starting a blog AGAIN...yeehaw. lol  Okay okay...such a nagging obsession driven concept that just won't go away. Well...I was on my way to a writer's conference this week, but urrrr... THAT... did not quite work out. *Shrugs* Lastly, I'm IN the process of applying for a writing program. Thumbs up!

In real life news...

Went on a job interview today for that full-time paycheck job I've witched about in previous posts. Eh wasn't so bad. Not sure I got it. So, still I am at home. Life is picking up but inside I feel so unfulfilled. Maybe it's a longing thing. Maybe it's a "I need a pill" to fix it disorder. Who knows. All I can say is as I sit here contemplating my current emotional state another new author is doing the monkey dance while holding back tears of wonderment. This is right after he,she, they received notice of a contract offer.

...Or ...another self-starter is finalizing their self-print process while checking in with their growing online fan base via smart phone.

Know how I know?

Today, while wasting precious life moments playing around with a series of new found options on facebook, a page popped up from someone of my younger years. You know her. Everybody knows her. She's the person that stands out in any crowd, because she (somehow) from birth mastered the yin and the yang of life. The type from first encounter, YOU knew that she was destined to go somewhere big and bright with bedazzled lights. Yes her. Well guess what she did, this girl now woman? What I always knew she would do; something special.

She



wrote



a 



novel.



Yup, giiirrrrl. It's published, publicized with sales growing like wildfire and everything. And of course the book has its very own facebook fan page. "Like"

Truly I am amazed, because each time I see this happen I think...wow real people, like people I have met and know and have talked to...write books. They really do. And they become famous(in their own right)and stuff. Each and every time it shocks me new. But also...and very important, this is <shout out to YODA!!!!! hey baby ;)> I am genuinely happy for her. I get a high off of other people's accomplishments. For some reason I just really do. But...maybe like...I can actually achieve my own as far as like right now goes. Like STAT.


Anyhow, I got a shot of her resume recently. She's going places. I think of myself and say...I'm not. Please don't pity me. Like I said it's a phase or an issue...I'm going through...right now. Either way it can be fixed, right? Yeah. Fixed with a little bit of "GET OFF YOUR AS...TRONAUT!"(tryna keep it PG y'all) or STOP WHINING...DREAMS ARE FOR KIDS AND LOSERS TO LEAN ON. Adults get up and do something about their GOALS. They are action oriented.Yeah...action...they be about it.

So thaaaaat's what sets the REAL writers apart from the "dreamers". The saints aka writing gods from the aints. MOVEMENT physical not just mental, that's their style. The Ernest Hemingway of our generation could be sitting in his ride parked on skid row right now, day dreaming up the next masterpiece of our time. All the while Jane Doe is thoroughly focused both day and night typing away at her second publication that critics may deem mediocre. Still she is and will continue to be an author while Ernest DeBum is not and may never be. Poor Ernest...all of us, um I mean them out there...God bless their(our) souls. *wink*
 
Today like everyday determines where within that range of writers I will ultimately fall. I dream big I do a little here and there.That has never been good enough to complete written work.



Therefore next deadline I will make it. This project, I must write it..like first chapter... instead of "I'm still researching this here uruh tidbit". I can be very hard on myself, I know. However, the Tonis, Bebes(RIP) and Mayas always have been disciplined and action oriented fueled by the strength to be honest with themselves.




Eliminating stagnation- the proverbial chair. It's the only way to truly become a writer.




A story of a thousand glories starts one page at a time...
 
~T.Kay aka Misty Miles