This is the first post I've ever written that I hope no one will actually read. (Spoiler alert: it's going to be a whine session.)
Last month, I promised myself that I would do a new post once a month, on the 20th, with the idea of possibly changing the name of the blog to "The 20th." I'm still toying with that idea since everyone but me seems to think "Liminalesque" is too weird/erudite/hard to remember. Which brings me right back to the subject of my last post, plus the added question, do I stick to my own convictions, or do I demonstrate flexibility? TBA, but any feedback from my fan base would be appreciated.
So onward to the subject of this post: discipline. Because I said I would, I am writing this on the 20th. I've waited to the last possible minutes of my available free time and......my mind is a blank. I keep a list of things I want to write about, but obviously my muse is on vacation, no doubt enjoying a bottle of crisp Pinot Grigio on the terrace of some Italian villa. I'm on my own without a thought in my head, weighed down by 74,000 words of my newest novel (which absolutely sucks), a pile of short stories that need revision (which only sort of suck), and a notebook bristling with half a dozen more half-written stories (which will be brilliant when finished).
With or without muse, I am here writing because from everything I've ever heard about being successful, the #1 tip is always JUST WRITE. Talk about a leap of faith. Saints and miracle workers can't hold a candle to writers when it comes to religion.
Okay, now that I've finished this, it's time to see what I can do about that rotten novel.