I can't get into the routine.
Each time Monday night rolls around, I settle in and get ready to sleep. This is after the first work day of the week, some writing, hopefully a trip to the gym, some dinner, some TV and man, I'm tired. Time for bed.
Then I jolt awake in a panic as I realize I haven't come up with an idea for a post on this hear website.
It used to be I'll let the week sneak up on me. It'd be Wednesday night and time for me to post. By then I'd played with a few topics in my head and come up with one to post on. I'd still do it late on Wednesday, and sometimes I'd jolt awake in a panic, yes. But most often, the routine helped me get that post up.
This new Monday night--for Tuesday reading--routine is harder on me. I can't get into the swing.
And you see, like just about everything else, that's what writing is, a routine. Robert B. Parker used to say something along the lines of "If you write one page a day, by the end of the year you have a novel."
The key to that is "one page a day." Do it every day.
I'm writing this as an affirmation to myself. I need to get going on draft four. And just like every single time I write, getting started is the hardest part. If I can just do a little bit every day, I'll get to the end. But at the beginning that's hard. The hill looks impossible.
But it's not.
It's one step.
And then another.
Sorry if I'm not giving you blog comedy. Sorry if I'm not giving you brand new writing advice.
Sorry if I'm not making fun of Jay Stringer.
I just need to get this blog down for myself.
I need to find the routine. Find the rhythm.
Writing for myself... hmmm. That might be a blog post for another time. (Mark it down, Davey. You have an idea for next week.)