A Great Notion
been a week of planning greatness and seemingly failing at
each greatness! It was simple stuff too. I had at first planned
to write everyday in the morning for at least two hours. That
sort of went to the wayside when the sun came out each and
every day. Plus, I have an aide that comes here every day
from 8:30 until 4:30. I'm very glad she's here, however it
makes it very difficult to write once someone's here with
me. Since I need someone here with me, and every idea simply
flies out the window when the sun begins to shine, this plan
has become quite arduous.
I do get down to writing, what I wind up doing is blankly
staring at the blinking cursor for about 25 meaningful minutes.
After which I somehow manage to eek out something like 10
or 15 lines. Since I'm speaking these lines, many of them
don't appear as I had spoken them. Which makes me highly frustrated
at my needing to speak into this computer. But then I am somewhat
calm again as I realize it would be the same thing if I were
do a first draft, rather I start speaking and that pretty
much becomes it. I've always been this way as a writer, even
when I was typing. It's not so much getting through the process
as it is my first impetus is generally my best. What I go
back and try to change generally feels non-organic and manufactured.
I have been reading a great book that was recommended to me.
It is called "Bird by Bird" and it is a book about
writing. It is very difficult to describe and I so highly
recommend that everyone get a copy.
thing that I totally forgot to do, and I even promised my
mom that I would absolutely do this, is to wear sunblock each
and every time I'm outside in the sun. Now I do not know about
you, the making of a promise to your mother is something that
isn't taken lightly. Anyway, it was just yesterday that I
forgot to put sunblock on my face or actually anywhere on
my body. And it was yesterday (that being June 1st) that was
the Gloversville spring-festival. Herman was participating
byway of being part of the "dunk chamber," meaning
he was the person who was set above this cold tank of water
and kids would throw softballs at a target, and if they hit
the target, down he would go into the icy water. I thought
it would be great to go and watch, however it was so hot that
I began to envy him each time he would plunge into the water.
get sunburned, but yesterday was one of those rare days. Just
another reason to listen to your mother! So as I'm sitting
here finally writing I am once again reminded that this is
not a chore necessarily, and I use the word necessarily just
because it feels so right, I'm just glad to be finally in
the process of writing bird by bird, I mean word by word.
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"