Diary Of Being A Writer; Week 54

I am happier when I am writing. Who knew?

My workplace, my cat filled study.

Tuesday 12th March

So the second week of my second year.

A good start this morning with the morning pages done.

They became some sort of wannabe treatise on fame as it turned out. Slightly more interesting than the usual angst I guess. Morning pages are worthwhile, I just don’t always feel that way about them.

Finally, I am going to do my homework, the Week Three exercises from the Scribbles course. Yes, this time I am going to do them. For real.

I am not sure why I have been so resistant, fear of failure, fear of looking silly? Still feeling apprehensive? All I have to do is complete some sentences. I have ten minutes for each one.

I did two. And it was lots of fun. I spent more than twenty minutes on the exercise because the sentence about a mouse with ballet slippers ended up being one about a mouse who really wanted to play football instead and I got carried away with the story. Where I got to as I finished up was where I would actually start the story if I were going to write it for real.

Okay, some chores and then editing for the rest of the day.

Wednesday 13th